Echoes of the Unheard: A Cry for Divine Words #1035

Echoes of the Unheard: A Cry for Divine Words In the land where echoes fade, The Lord GOD speaks—a warning laid: A famine comes, not of bread, Nor thirst for water, but instead, A void of words, divine and clear, A silence heavy, thick with fear. Jeremiah's tears, they freely flow, Night and day, a sorrowed show. His people broken, deeply marred, By grievous blows, by hardship scarred. In cities quiet, shadows creep, Upon the sick, the famine steep. Prophets, priests, in lands unknown, Wander lost, their purpose blown. The word of God, a feast so rare, In hearts and souls, a desperate care. Let us seek, let not our spirits fail, Through this dearth, let faith prevail. To find again that sacred voice, In famine's grip, make that our choice. Written by Steven G. Lee (April 26, 2024)