What was it like when your wife died

You weren’t allowed to cry

For a rebellious people you were a symbol

In all the madness did you or they ever tremble

What was it like to be a signpost

All the vivid allegory on thin pages

Speaks to me like a ghost

What’s in the grand story

The old tale is strikingly similar to the present state

Idolatry, foreign land

I’m sitting here waiting for God to recreate

Because good and bad, I think we’re all really the same

Hearts are hard

It seems evil reigns

I want to see the final promise made good

Hearts bowing to the only One they should

I want to see humans alive

Image-bearers we were made to be

Rebellion, curse, death – all history

To see husband and wife reunite

No death anymore, just life

Allowed to dance and embrace

Nothing in the way

All tribes there

We’re in a bind only One can assuage

It’s got to be more than just words on a page

Is resurrection not the longing of everyone

My ears are open

In Babylon, by the water

Let God’s kingdom come