Churchyard Sign

There is no comforter in Zion, Lord,
In Judah no release from Jacob's pain,
Caught on the hip, and for forever stored
To make him limp, no fluid that can drain
Though tears be spilt in gallons, to repair
The wound, no power given to the name
To ease the walk, which must tread everywhere,
And be forever pressuring the same
Old soreness. No, there is no easy way,
And never was or will be - every stride
Tells of the pain of Israel, to say
That through no point of arrogance or pride
He struggled with the Lord until the day
And won the pain that cannot be denied.