A Prayer For Blacksburg

I grieve for the people of Virginia Tech in this darkest of days today. May they find healing, peace, restoration, and the realization that through the hell of this morning and of the time to come, there, beside them, surrounding them, are the song, tears, and love of God.


In Deepest Night
by Susan Palo Cherwien

In deepest night, in darkest days, When harps are hung, no songs we raise,
when silence must suffice as praise, yet sounding in us quietly

there is the song of God.

When friend was lost, when love deceived, dear Jesus wept, God was bereaved;
with us in our grief God grieves, and round about us mournfully

there are the tears of God.

When through the waters winds our path, around us pain, around us death:
deep calls to deep, a saving breath, and found beside us faithfully

there is the love of God.

LH