Advent is lament 
at least if it’s done right: 
before the morning bursts with dawn 
we walk through darkest night. 

Advent is lament 
or else it’s no true thing 
since goodness seems ephemeral 
while evil tends to cling

Advent is lament 
and thus produces fruit; 
the indigence of our own strength 
prepares the way for truth.

Advent is lament: 
we stand before the Lord 
to him we bring our shattered selves; 
to us he gives his Word.

Advent is lament 
but that’s not where it ends 
for God in sending his own Son 
restores our souls again.

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