{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"Prayers for the Permanent Collection","title":"Tenebrae | Lament of the Wounded","html":"<iframe width=\"100%\" height=\"180\" frameborder=\"no\" scrolling=\"no\" seamless src=\"https://share.transistor.fm/e/23bc682a\"></iframe>","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":157,"description":"Tenebrae \nLament of the Wounded\nHow long, oh Lord, will I walk around wounded?How long will I don gauze as my garment?How long will my plea go unanswered?How long will your face turn away?\nMy God, my God, why have you forsaken me?\nMy soul is crying in anguish,battered by emotional pain it knows not how to name.\nMy bones ache from exhaustion, my muscles are knotted in tensionshaking and sobbing in rhythm,learning the cadence of grief.\nSelah\nI sob for me and all the ones donning gauze,carrying pain’s lonely loadalongside you on Calvary’s road.\nI sob with all the woundedwhose gauze is stained redbecause their heart has been crushed.\nThey lay awake anxious,staring down the nightwishing for sunshine and daytime.\nTheir eyelids are heavybut their minds don’t stop racingthe lanes slippery with tearson worry’s perilous highway. \nOh, and here comes the storm!Steady downpour of tearsflowing forth from my soul.They gush out from my guts like water through an opened dam. \nMy God, my God, why have you forsaken me?\nSelah\nYet I am not crying alone.You cried with me on Calvary’s mount. You showered me with you bloodwhile crying out to your Father,“Why did you leave me alone?”\nMy God, my God, why have you forsaken me? You sobbed with me in anguishas you poured out your blood.You fixed your gaze on mine;I saw your tears and you saw mine,the sacred knowing of all the wounded.And I hear you faintly whispering “I press my wounds against yours.”\nSelah\nOh, Jesus, wounded Savior,teach me to suffer well.Teach me that my tearswater the seeds of your kingdomamidst thistles and thorns.One day, the flowers will bloom! \nTeach me to suffer with hope.For your wounds were healed into scarsand you no longer wear gauze.Soon I shall hear you shouting“I press my scars against yours!” \nAmen","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/ecB9oF1Zt1WpqVBmlsCUKi05JtYwosraqr-jnsSGTuM/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS9iZTlh/OGZmYmIzNjAwN2Iz/OGJhMTEzYTlhYjg1/NWIwZS5qcGc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}