I suspect everyone reading this lament has suffered from a broken relationship that was romantic in nature. I have. I remember the wonderful feeling of being “in love” (which is more often than not, being obsessed or infatuated), and all the hopes, dreams, longings and expectations that come with that feeling. And then one day it is gone. Dreams are dashed and hope has gone to hell. Depression and despair set in and tears fall. Christians can feel the pain as much as anyone, but for the Christian, weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

Lament of the Brokenhearted.

In the stillness of this twilight hour,

My heart weeps, weak and without power.

O, how my life spins with inner strife,

And sorrow grips the core of my life.

Oh, the anguish of broken hearts,

Torn asunder by obsession’s darts.

Grief’s silent tears, a river deep,

Wallowing in sorrow, we have to weep.

I mourn for days of laughter gone,

Replaced by silence, a mournful song.

The pain of longing, a constant achen’

For solace, for peace; my soul’s forsaken.

Yet in the depths of this lamenting cry,

Hope flickers, like stars in the night sky.

For even in sorrow’s darkest hour,

God’s true love has lasting power.

So let us lament, but not despair,

For joy awaits; someone does care.

In Christ’s embrace, we find our balm,

And turn our lament into a healing psalm.