Oh where is there love in a world that is tired, across the year’s threshold, where hope has expired?
We wait amid movement, to pause and to pray,
to nurture our God at the dawn of each day.
Our eyes have been opened, compassion unlocked,
the road has been cleared, and the future unblocked.
The narrative moment has fractured the storm,
the chill of the moment unfrozen, now warm.
Verses 3-4 follow
Tune: CRADLE SONG (Kirkpatrick); DATCHET
Andrew Pratt (born 1948)
Words © 6/12/2011 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, www.stainer.co.uk.
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