Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Tears are for the living

Death rains from the sky
Upon people, caste low or high
People will live
People will die
But their prayers will be heard on High

Whether volcano, flood or hurricane
Man's intervening efforts are in vain
We cannot take away the pain
Of death, of ruin or Nature's bane
Nothing man does is germane

Tis God's work, some will say
It fills our hearts as we pray
For come darkest night or brightest day
He is the One with whom we stay
He is the One our sorrows allay

Let them sigh
Let them cry
Let them try
Let them look into the sky
Let them find comfort in His eye