A Great City Stood (The Sixth Sunday After Pentecost)

A great city stood, on a hill so tall
That it reached to the heavens and took in all
Who came there to dwell in its rich home of peace,
With a king strong and humble,
A king and a priest,
And a God who dwelt with them,
There with them all.
And the nations would come there to the city
And worship their God, the strong and the mighty
Who bowed down before the great mighty God,
Who lived in that city,
Their king and their God,
Their shepherd king ruling
With staff and with rod.
God was their refuge, their strong hiding place,
With him they dwelt in the strength of his grace,
Their good judge and guide, their stronghold and tower,
The source of all peace,
Each day and hour,
In whom they rejoiced
That day and forever.
And yet now consider its broken down walls;
Watch, all of you people: the great city falls.
It falls on its own strength, complacent and proud,
Amidst scorn, it all falls,
The scorn of the loud
And indolent rich,
The derision of the proud.
Now stand in its ruins; look to the skies,
Where comes all our help. Lift up your eyes.
Like a slave to its master, look and implore,
For his mercy and grace,
To raise and restore
The fallen, proud city
Which is proud no more.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s