ST. CHRISTOPHER 22.214.171.124.126.96.36.199 (“Beneath the Cross of Jesus”)
There, mountains trembled, valleys shook and rocks began to fall.
From city streets, the cries of grief rise up to hills above;
In all the sorrow, pain and death, where are you, God of love?
A hungry, orphaned toddler sobs, for 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?
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 balm, and know your love’s embrace.
That anywhere your world cries out, you’re there — and suffering, too.
And may we see, in others’ pain, the cross we’re called to bear;
Send out your church in Jesus’ name to pray, to serve, to share.
Text: Copyright © 2015 by Carolyn Winfrey Gillette. All rights reserved.
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An MP3 recording of the hymn, by soloist Roger Cooper and pianist Lydia Bak, is available on the Limestone Presbyterian Church web site.