God of all Comfort
God of all comfort
I come to you broken and weak
How can I worship you with inner joy when my heart is empty and sore?
I feel no passion within; my strength is gone
What is there to celebrate when the blood of my son has soaked the earth and his laughter I hear no more?
Perhaps you feel my pain, for your son too was slain
You said I must clothe myself with praise when my spirit is heavy
But when I am stripped of my joy, I am stripped of my voice and my helplessness is expressed
The only sound you hear
The only sight you see
Are my tears falling
This is my cry to you O Lord
Heal my pain