Eichah

Jerusalem has fallen. The temple is ash. The poet — traditionally Jeremiah — sits in the ruins and weeps. Five poems of raw grief — yet right in the centre, a declaration: 'his mercies don’t fail. They are new every morning.'

• Grief is kodesh — Elohim does not rush past pain
• Great is Your faithfulness — even in the darkest hour
• Judgement is real, but it is never Elohim's final word
• Yeshua grieved over Jerusalem too — the same heartbreak across the centuries

The poet (traditionally Jeremiah) · Jerusalem (personified)