Zion, My own, I have heard you say,
Yahweh has forgotten me; His mercies have failed
I've heard you wail, the Mighty One abandoned me
No longer rests His hand on me
My troubles are my own
I am alone
Zion, My own, you have heard Me say
You shall sorrow in the night; but joy comes with the day
Now ages have passed; the nations have hated you
Mocked you and shamed you
Murdered and defamed you
Because you are Mine
But I ask you, can a mother forget her nursing child?
Have I not carried you from the womb?
All of your tears are bottled in My heart
Have I not written you upon My palm?
Zion, My own, though the mountains should fall away
And the hills be removed, My love shall remain
The vow of peace that Elohim has made with you
Shall forever stay with you
My mercies shall rise
With every dawn
Oh, Zion, my own! The day is coming yet
When you shall see--Yahweh did not forget
This song was birthed one morning when the Spirit flooded me with the desire to "Speak tenderly to the heart of Jerusalem, and cry to her that her warfare is ended, that her iniquity is pardoned, that she has received from the LORD's hand double for all her sins." (Isaiah 40:2)
The melody is, indeed, haunting and tender. May Yahweh's song embrace natural Israel as well as those now "grafted in" to her. PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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Exquisite pacing and such powerfully tender I words. This had very personal timing and meaning for me, and also profoundly stirred my heart immediately with tears of joy both for Israel, and for each of us who are also His "Zion". Inspiring and lovely!
My dear friend, I haven't been on faithwriters in ages. But the Lord has been speaking some wonderful things to me and I just knew (IF I could get this pg to open and behave long enough) that He wasn't done speaking to me. Well, this page opened fine. That was only the first surprise. The second was delectable.. a feast with our King Himself. How I miss your writing! Btw.. I had to change my name on here. Privacy issues. Didn't change it by much... a couple of letters. :) May the Lord continue to pour His blessed Spirit out on you and through you. Love ya!