Trumpet Call

A voice is crying out
in the wilderness, in despair
Hear the call of mourning
Hear the sound of Zion
See the woman groan
for the time is about to come

This is the cry of the desperate
of the hopeless, of the weak
of the battered and the faceless
of the mocked and the nameless.

Could we be the generation
who will seek the God of Jacob?
The redeemed, the undone, the holy nation?

Could we be?