Friday, December 14, 2012

The Hand That Cups our Tears...

Oh God, if our hearts are broken
Beyond what we can show
Then how much more God, You must hurt
For oh, You love us so

Oh God, how we must hurt You
To blame You for life’s ill
And hate You for the evil fruit
Wrought by a man’s free will

Oh God, we see but glimpses
Of your infinite love
Yet, even in our deepest grief
A glimpse will be enough

When Your Son hung upon the cross
He suffered every grief
Because You loved us so, in spite
Of our unbelief

Oh God, help us to trust You
When we can’t understand
We weep, our tears are gathered
Within Your nail-scarred Hand

© Janet Martin

The tragedy in Connecticut grips a continent! We weep, we pray, we trust. Oh God, comfort the broken.

I didn't want to write right now; Words seemed so small, but Jesus loves the little children, and oh, He loves us all. 


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