I wonder, India, how are you doing in the midst of so much pain and big loss? Children who hadn’t known death, are now stabbed and crippled in pain. India, your magnificent ship is barely floating. I wish to throw you a life jacket… grab hold and hang on.
Written during May, 2021
Sadness, grief and tears;
India Covid crisis
Is God good? Can it be? Is God love? Help me see!
People cry out; oh, God, where is your love?
People weep and grieve; oh God look down and see! Your land, India, lies wasted and in great need.
Sorrow’s flood, pools of tears turn land to swamp People cry out; oh, God where is your love? People cry out, Oh God, tell us where is love?
Your land, India, lies wasted and in great need.
Jesus came as your son, to be hope when there is none
Jesus came to be light when day dawns as dark as night;
To cast fear out of love
To free our hearts for life
Your son died to give life
He gave purpose to die
So, cry India …declare God is love!
As for grief, you’ll find it comes in waves.
When the ship is first wrecked, you’re drowning,
with wreckage all around you.
Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty
and the magnificence of the ship that was,
and is no more.
And all you can do is float.
~the Loss Foundation~