My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep. Job 30:31

Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to heaviness. Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift you up. James 4:9-10

Tarry the weeping

Long past the night

Let our tears keep seeping

Into mourning’s evening light

Tarry the grief, the toil and despair

Lest our eyes dry

Our faces bare

We forget how to cry

Tarry the weeping

Let not joy come

Until our hearts are reeling

Our spirits broken, covered in ash, for all we have done.. and left undone

Dark cloud from above, drown us in heavenly tears

Rivers of remorse, pool at our feet

Songs of Sorrow, forever echo in our ears

Lamentations lament, until they are replete

Tarry The Weeping

Let it never cease to end

Woe, help us keep keeping

Repentance, Christ’s Forgiveness it’s holy friend

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