The chorus of voices
shouting condemnation in Your name
echoes, echoes, echoes,
until I am faint with horror.
Oh, most Gracious, Most Merciful God, come.
You who take up the cause of the oppressed,
the orphan, the outcast, the foreigner, come.
Come, Light of Enduring Love
into the darkness
of our hatred and divisions,
our judgments and arrogance.
Bells toll sorrow songs
of loss upon loss—
for lives consumed, destroyed
in fear and dread.
God of compassion, who enters our suffering,
whose law is love,
Healing, forgiving God who shepherds us,
who carries us close to your heart,
Prince of Peace, come into the depths of
the screaming caverns
echoing terror and despair
about ourselves and you.
So beautiful Juanita! It would be wonderful if a musician wrote music for this.