My heart is faint.
I am astonished.
I can only cry.
It is time to mourn.

The harvest is past.
The summer ended.
We are not saved.
I must now mourn.

There is no medicine.
There is no physician.
There will be no healing.
All I can do is mourn.

Jeremiah 8:18-22

by J Alan R
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