A prayer from Scotland

In Haiti, there is anguish that seems too much to bear:

A land so used to sorrow knows even more despair.

From city streets, the cries of grief rise up to hills above;

In all sorrow, pain and death, where are you God of love?

A woman sifts through rubble, a man has lost his home,

A hungry, orphaned toddler sobs, she is now alone.

Where are you, Lord, when thousands die- the rich, the poorest poor?

Were you the very first to cry for all that is no more?

O God, you love your children; you hear each lifted prayer!

May all who suffer in that land know you are present there.

In moments of compassion shown, in simple acts of grace,

May those in pain find healing, and know your love's embrace.

Where are you in the anguish? Lord, may we hear anew

That anywhere your world cries out, you're there-- and suffering, too.

And may we see, in other's pain, the cross we're called to bear;

Send out the church of Jesus, to pray, to serve, to share.

sent to me by Alistair