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.