Lord –
For a sacred text that echoes our emotions, we give thanks. For prophets whose words resonate today, we offer praise.
Hear the cries of your people from far and wide as Jeremiah’s words move through us.
Our joy is gone. Grief is upon us. Our hearts are sick. Are You not in our city? Are You not in us?
For the hurt of our people, we are hurt, and we mourn as dismay takes hold of us. Is there no balm for our wounds? Is there no healer here to restore us?
O that our heads were springs of water and our eyes fountain of tears, so that we may weep day and night for our slain people.
Amen and amen.