Life cut short (Vol 3 No 94)


When a spirit is so troubled,

When a life is cut too short,

Then it is we look for answers;

Does life’s purpose come to naught?

 

We can sigh the words - ‘If only …’;

We can wish to change the past;

But we know we have no access

To things gone; they all hold fast.

 

We must live with vexing questions;

Hard! Unfair though that may be;

Good friends may afford some respite;

Love may ease our tragedy.

 

Can we quell the blame we harbour -

Not allow it undermine

Moving forward, finding comfort

In the love we call divine?

 

God within is not a stranger

To the pain we have to bear;

God within shares all our sorrow;

God within becomes our prayer.


Tune  Cross of Jesus   AHB 72(ii)  TiS 13

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