My Song of Lamentation

Lord O! dear Lord!
Here I lie wearied and tired,
An aura of sorrow encircles me,
Shackles and chains tied round me-
Chains of worldly pleasure
Chains of worldly treasure
Such scum, more worthless that a winter rain,
As futile as seeds that fall on rocky ground

Behold O! dear Lord,
Tears dashing down my eyes
Like meandering streams down the mountain,
My heart throbbing against my chest
Gasping like a soldier who’s escaped
From the battlefield

Listen O! dear Lord
Open your ears O! mighty Lord
To the cries of your once faithful servant
To the dirges and lamentations
Of your former servant

Listen O! mighty King- King of the Universe
And the earth
Listen O! mercy Lord,
To the pleas of the wandering soul
Enthralled by the bandage of wickedness

Hither, I open my contrite heart wide-
The door of my heart is ajar
There is no need for you to knock
Because I deeply need you to enter

Enter O! dear mighty prince-
Prince of the light doth shine
In the world full of iniquities
Come in O! dear lamb of peace
Lo! O! dear wonder of wonders
A high table well laid for you
Come in so as we dine together,
So that the chambers of my heart
Are cleansed free of transgressions,
Come in so that the glory of
Your salvation is restored in my ear!!

Denis Bogere
© 2003