1 The mingled tears of memory,
of present grief and fear,
reminders for humanity
that death is always near.
2 The hurricane, the tidal wave,
the terrorist attack,
that fracture faith, unsettle hope,
can cause belief to crack.
3 For where is God? And what is love
within this finite frame,
where life is trampled underfoot,
destroyed by winds that maim?
4 Can God be found in broken lives.
where chaos seems to rule?
Forsaken on a cross Christ hung,
made wisdom look a fool.
5 His broken hands reach out to heal,
through human hands today;
compassion sees the need for love
and God still makes a way.
6 And so amid these mingled tears
we cling to those who care,
and in the silence come to feel
the love of God is there.
Andrew E. Pratt (born 1948) 2005 Stainer and Bell Ltd.
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