Lamenting
Little Mermaid Style
la·ment/ləˈment/Learn to pronouncenoun
- a passionate expression of grief or sorrow.
In the Book of Psalms, David laments. He goes on and on and on about his strife and troubles. Yet, God calls David, a man after His own heart. There’s something humble in expressing our grief allowing our heart to be exposed. Sometimes, our hearts need to lament. It needs to exhale and expose all the hurt, pain, and frustration while being at peace with knowing the sovereignty of God.
The other day, I was on my Peloton taking a Disney music ride. (Stick with me) The song, Part of Your World, came on and I found it ironic. So much of what Ariel was singing, I was feeling. So, here is a little lamenting of my heart Little Mermaid style.
Part of Your World
Jodi Benson
Look at this stuff
Isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl
The girl who has ev’rything?
I’m tired of staring at all my stuff; all the same stuff. I’ve purged and cleaned and organized all the stuff. I can’t organize anymore. I want to see something other then these four walls. I know I am blessed. I am grateful for the gift of this home. But, I know this isn’t all You have for me.
I want to be where the people are
I want to see
want to see ’em dancin’
Walkin’ around on those
(Whad’ya call ’em?) oh – feet
I want to get back to seeing my people. I want to see their faces and their smiles without a mask. I want to be in public with people moving about normally and not scoping each other out wondering what each other is thinking. I want to walk around with other people not worried about whose going to infect who or who is judging who for who knows what. I want to be where the people are; where we dance and walk freely without a care in the world.
Up where they walk
Up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin’ free
Wish I could be
Part of that world
I want to walk and run free not worrying about hate and fear. I want to feel the warmth of the sun on my face in a public space letting the beauty of life being lived in front of me. Wish I could be part of that world that used to be free.
What would I give
If I could live
Outta these waters?
What would I pay
To spend a day
Warm on the sand?
Betcha on land
They understand
Bet they don’t reprimand their daughters
Bright young women
Sick o’ swimmin’
Ready to stand
I want to wake up in the morning and not feel like we are instantly treading water. I want us to stop reprimanding each other and start listening to each other. I want more empathy, love, and grace. Mercy. Justice. Humility. From everyone.
And ready to know what the people know
Ask ’em my questions
And get some answers
What’s a fire and why does it
(What’s the word?) burn?
I am ready. Ready to listen. Ready to learn. Ready to hear. Ready to change. Ready to burn with discomfort. Are you ready to give me grace while I work through the mess. Are you willing to love me anyway?
When’s it my turn?
Wouldn’t I love
Love to explore that shore above?
Out of the sea
Wish I could be
Part of that world
I’m ready for my turn: my turn at peace. My turn at love. My turn at seeing Your Kingdom come and Your will be done.
“This, then, is how you should pray:
“‘Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us today our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.’ Matthew 6:9-13