Where is God when the children die
When a meager existence is shattered to rubble
And an entire nation lets out agony’s cry
Did he close his eyes
Did he turn his head
Did he ignore the suffering voices
Of both the living and the dead?
Was this the land of the truly forsaken
Those born without to die without
And in between to struggle and anguish without
Is that the truth of what their lives are about?
Was God truly absent
As the world crumbled and cracked
Was he preoccupied with other affairs
Or is it perspective we all lacked?
For God felt every moment of pain magnified
He cried along with every single tear that has been cried
His hands were beside those digging out the survivors
And his arms were wide open to greet all those who died
His promise is in every prayer sung in the darkest of nights
Hope comes in one volunteer, one life at a time
Compassion overflows in the giving, the sacrifices of an entire world
Love is living and breathing in humanity at its prime
God was there from the moment their world fell apart
In the rescuers he finds hands, in the journalists he finds voice
From the doctors he finds healing, from the populace he grows hope
He is there, but it is our presence that is the choice.
January 23, 2010 at 5:01 PM
Oh.my. That.is.so.good.
Might have to link to it. Just might have to.
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