Ichabod

Glory – splendor, weight, magnificence, beauty
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Blood and tears – her worst fears
Sun setting on a stormy eve
As she cradles a newborn son
Distraught, crying, she’s a dying one
Ichabod, his name shall be
For the glory hath departed from me
Tear-filled eyes twill never be dry
As she lets out a final cry
Ichabod – no glory – this heartbreak story
No glory, no glory, we strive yet no glory
For our complacence we are dispossessed
We strangers of the land we possessed
The high and mighty brought low
When we have no glory whence will we go?
The high priests thence be slaves
Whence they abandoned the Ancient of Days
No glory – riches become rags
Our muscles now sag
The young become faint
We grow weary – our visions grow quaint
The gold has tarnished – the silver is dull
What will wake us out this lull?
No wind, no breathe, no voice in the inner place
For the Almighty hath turned away his face!
Our bones grow cold, sitting alone
We build sepulchres out of stone
Bury ourselves inside somewhere we died
Don’t know where, when, or why
But the glory has departed
We are still en passant
The lofty and the brave
Now lie in their grave
Weak feeble men now stand fumbling
The great gifts and riches given to them
Ichabod – no glory, he bears the shame
Forever emblazoned in his name
Thou my child art condemned
To a life devoid of wealth and freedom
One day, thou wilt tell thy children
In my days, we lost the glory we were given
We who held the oracles of the Most High
Now reduced to ashes under a desert sky
Our nation’s powerful rise
Is suddenly crippled from all the lies
The glory which was, is no more
Our strong men have fallen in war
The leaves which were budding
Now shrivelling up to die
No swansong, no peak, no finish.
When the glory leaves, what will one do instead?
The dread in thy eyes, will to death rise
For nothing can the lack of glory suffice
No glory – we will but slowly die
Someone seize it ‘fore it passes us by

And the messenger answered and said, “Israel is fled before the Philistines, and there hath been also a great slaughter among the people, and thy two sons also, Hophni and Phinehas, are dead, and the ark of God is taken.”

And it came to pass, when he made mention of the ark of God, that he fell from off the seat backward by the side of the gate, and his neck brake, and he died: for he was an old man, and heavy. And he had judged Israel forty years.

And his daughter in law, Phinehas’ wife, was with child, near to be delivered: and when she heard the tidings that the ark of God was taken, and that her father in law and her husband were dead, she bowed herself and travailed; for her pains came upon her.

And about the time of her death the women that stood by her said unto her, “Fear not; for thou hast born a son.”

But she answered not, neither did she regard it. And she named the child Ichabod, saying, “The glory is departed from Israel:” (because the ark of God was taken, and because of her father in law and her husband). And she said, “The glory is departed from Israel: for the ark of God is taken.” (1 Samuel 4:17-22)

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