Neither height nor depth, nor anything else
in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans 8:39

BURMESE CYCLONE

A hymn written following storms in Burma where thousands have been killed.

When every source of hope is torn
by storms we strain to understand;
when children queue for all their needs,
and water drowns out fertile land,
we cry to you O God in prayer
and wonder if your love is there.

Amid the cyclone’s aftermath,
where fallen trees and shattered lives
are witness to this tragedy,
we pray that human strength survives,
while children weep and adults cry,
where homes are gone and thousands die.

For mile on mile the floods are seen,
with roads and bridges swept away,
while people struggle, bleed or mourn,
while hoping for a better day.
God show us how to help and heed
the cry of neighbours in such need.

© Andrew Pratt 5/5/2008 (andrewpratt@btconnect.com)
Tune: ABINGDON or MELITA
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