A Cry In The Night Poem by Bruce Johnson

A Cry In The Night

Rating: 4.5


O help us, dear Jesus!
We need you today,
And you're our only hope for tomorrow
For you count all our tears
and you feel all our pain,
You who carried our griefs and our sorrows.
Lord, you left heaven's throne,
came to suffer and save,
Tasted death at your Father's command
And you died all alone -
Yet you conquered the grave
Now you hold the keys of death in your hand.

O hear us, dear Jesus,
our shield and our strength,
You who lift up the weak and the lowly;
As we humbly draw near you
and feebly give thanks
To the One who is worthy of glory

Oh, but how can we sing
songs of joy in the night,
When we hurt and we're so far from home?
Lord, to you may we cling,
till our faith turns to sight,
When you come back to ransom all your own

Come heal us, dear Jesus,
most faithful of friends
Walk beside us today and tomorrow
Till you dry all our tears,
bring our grief to an end,
In the place where we'll know no more sorrow.
In your presence we'll know no more sorrow!

Saturday, February 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: prayer
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written in April 1996, for the memorial service of a pastor of our church. The opening line was inspired by the J.S. Bach's prayer at the start of each composition, 'Help me, Jesus! ' (I was having trouble finding my words and found myself crying that prayer - and suddenly I had my opening line, and the rest fell into place.)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Spock The Vegan 11 February 2017

Very good. We need more thoughts along these lines.

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