cried unto God. . .
sparrow fell, and no one heard.
cared. It was just a bird.
all the numberless, flitting throng
sparrows, who would miss one song?
God leaned down and whispered, "I care,
was one of My sparrows, and I was there."
you, God? You could not have been there!
you're God at all....then You could have prevented
nightmare of pain! So, you must have consented.
always believed You were loving and good
like to believe still, if only I could.
God, if You love me, how can You allow
unbearable pain as I'm feeling right now?
many tears that have fallen and yet
many more that are still locked inside.
God...out there somewhere...have You ever cried?
not even sure anymore that You're real,
if You are God...do you care how I feel?
in a still, small voice He replied. . .
I care in the midst of your grief,
the midst of your stricken and crumbling belief,
the midst of the blackness of total despair.
the midst of your questioning, child... I am there.
the midst!" Not far off in some vague fifth dimension.
there, where you are, giving you My attention.
constant attention....and not just today,
before you were born, I have loved you this way.
important to Me, every hair on your head
have numbered Myself. Can these tears that you shed
uncounted.......unnoticed? Nay, child, here I stand
enough that each teardrop falls into My Hand.
know what you suffer, I know what you'll gain,
you'll let Me walk with you into your pain.
carry your grief, and your sorrow I'll bear.
only to reach out your hand....I am there.
Me walk with you now, through the long heavy days.
Me slowly begin changing heartache to praise.
hold of My Hand child, take hold of My Love.
will lead you to joys that you yet know not of.
faith may be weak, and your trust incomplete,
I'll walk not too fast for your stumbling feet.