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**Lamentations 4:18** — *"They stalked our every step, so that we could not walk in our streets. Our end drew near, our time ran out, for our end had come!"*
Jerusalem's poet is not writing metaphor here — he is writing memory. Soldiers at every corner. Children who could not play. Elders who could not counsel at the gate. The holy city had become a cage, and the clock had run out.
Yet Jeremiah wrote this *down.* He did not bury the grief — he gave it language, form, and witness before God.
Scripture reminds us that lament is not the absence of faith; it is faith refusing to be silent. Consider the psalmist in Psalm 22:2 — *"I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest"* — yet worship follows.
When the walls close in, the covenant God still receives the cry of the cornered.
Walk with that truth today.
Jerusalem's poet is not writing metaphor here — he is writing memory. Soldiers at every corner. Children who could not play. Elders who could not counsel at the gate. The holy city had become a cage, and the clock had run out.
Yet Jeremiah wrote this *down.* He did not bury the grief — he gave it language, form, and witness before God.
Scripture reminds us that lament is not the absence of faith; it is faith refusing to be silent. Consider the psalmist in Psalm 22:2 — *"I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest"* — yet worship follows.
When the walls close in, the covenant God still receives the cry of the cornered.
Walk with that truth today.