David”s Tent

Our Lord and God, when Shiloh fell,

     Your mercy on Your people

     was buried deep, hidden,

     in the rubble of disaster.

When the ark of the covenant was plunder,

     Your invisible hand held it firm.

When the covenant came back to Israel,

     Your hand was still there,

     and Uzzah’s hand was impudence.

The silent tabernacle fell

     and in that covenant catastrophe

     the wine of Your goodness

     was aging in casks.

Wait in faith for the fatted calf,

Await the now repentant son,

Tune up the instruments

     As David’s tent fills up with song.