Tears of Faith
Why, Lord, must sickness, sorrow, pain still haunt the world where You still reign? You hold the stars, yet hearts still cry — why, Lord, such silence from the sky? Creator of the stars above, You formed us with Your tender love. You shaped us fair in Your design to share Your life, Your love divine. You warned that sin would bring us death; our parents fell — and with each breath, we heirs of dust through fleeting days, still break the bond in countless ways. Is this why, as we see today, the first bright garden passed away? No bloom remains, no life, no light, only the thorns and bitter blight. Yet whispers of that garden fair still speak of all Your love and care. But every bloom is touched by grief, and every joy is all too brief. Lest we forget, through all we see, how foul is sin, how dear its fee. You warned us once; You warn us still: death crowns the proud, self-governed will. Teach me, O Lord, Your holy fear, to flee from sin that draws too near. A contrite heart to keep me t...