A great heaviness lies upon me,
My heart weighed down in grief.
The wounds of a nation,
The everlasting sorrow of death.
They weep as those who have no hope,
Clinging to false gods, will they turn to You?
They seek answers and understanding
Will You make Yourself known?
I hardly know where to start,
I long to offer comfort but know not how.
Lead me Father, to offer Your grace,
To those who have never heard.
Bind Your Church in one accord,
Send forth Your Light into this dark land.
“Help us”, we pray fervently to You,
As the darkness closes in.
Funeral dirges play on the radio,
In tongues numerous and varied.
What comes next for this forgotten land,
For the Void longing to be filled?
Will You once again sweep away despair,
And replace it with joyous mirth?
Through deep grief capture hearts,
Draw them to Your loving arms.
To You who understands time and seasons,
Who creates life and takes it away,
Be glory everlasting in the midst of doubt,
Praise in this time of distress.
“Polish nation arise, Jesus we thank you,”
For who You are and what You will do.
We trust in Your faithfulness,
You will never let us fall.
“Poland has not yet perished.”
Saturday, April 17, 2010
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