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.