Jeremiah 10:18 (JPS Tanakh) For thus saith the LORD: Behold, I will sling out the inhabitants of the land at this time, and will distress them, that they may feel it. 19 Woe is me for my hurt! My wound is grievous; but I said: ‘This is but a sickness, and I must bear it.’ 20 My tent is spoiled, and all my cords are broken; my children are gone forth of me, and they are not; there is none to stretch forth my tent any more, And to set up my curtains.
“I See You Lord”
How can the Creator, so beautiful, suffer and grieve? You created the heavens and earth, your capabilities stretch further than my intellectual capacities. I imagine you could force creation, yet you seem to desire relationship and collaboration?
Honorable indeed, asking Adam to name all creations you brought him to see. I see you Lord, I see you, rejected by this world and grieving.
Inspired by you in Genesis 2:19, I was driving home one summer evening, I imagined you created the sunset, especially for me to see.
Peach and yellow pastels we’re painted and submerged on a canvas of blue and clouds. And I named your masterpiece, “Peachonade,” and requested your forgiveness because I knew the name could never do it justice, yet I smiled and stared in awe, because your works are marvelous.
I see you Lord, I see you. Rejected by the world and grieving.
If I could give you a gift, you’d open this world like a present and when you peered down you’d see all your children staring up at you while laying in booths with curtains Lord, with curtains.
I pray your grievous heart would be healed my Lord, may it be healed my Lord. And I live for the day, that I’d see you Lord, I’d see you, embraced by the world, not grieving.
If I could take an axe, I’d chop Idolotry down, burn it to the ground and yell out, that you my Lord, the God of Israel lives, you never left. And I’ll praise you Lord, I’ll praise you. Your hand is stretched out still and I’ll take it.
Who’s like unto you my Lord? My heart grieves to hear you grieve my Lord. You make my heart smile and fill me with joy by your words my Lord, by your words. You’re too beautiful to bare a grievous heart, I see you Lord, I see you. I live for the day the world will cling to every word you say.
Influence bought by money, is altogether vanity, and the world will drown out all commentaries that don’t hear you Lord, that don’t hear you. And I live for the day, hoping to die and awake, and always be near you Lord and dwell near you.
