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, with fleeting days,

till 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 show how bright Your love and care.

But joy is mixed with sorrow’s night,

health with pain, and peace with fright.

Lest we forget, through all we see,

how foul is sin, how dear its fee.

You warned us once; You warn us still:

fire waits the stubborn, unbent will.

Teach me, O Lord, Your holy fear,

to flee from sin that draws too near.

A contrite heart to keep me true,

and turn my steps to follow You.

When illness strikes and strength departs,

I’ll cling to You with steadfast trust.

Each sparrow’s fall, each whispered sigh,

Is known to You who reign on high.

My soul is Yours — I trust Your hand;

in dark or light, I humbly stand.

You wound to heal, You break to bless,

for good, for glory — nothing less.

When tears have blurred my earthly view,

and all seems lost that once I knew,

I kiss the hand that guides my days,

and worship You with endless praise.

Draw me beneath the Cross’s shade,

let Calvary be the school You made.

You drank the cup, its bitterness,

and bore our pain, our grief, distress.

What moved You, King of endless worth,

to stoop so low and walk the earth?

To wear the thorns our hands had made,

and hang upon the tree we laid?

O sinless Lord, so pure, so true,

the pain was mine, yet borne by You.

You took my guilt, my heavy stain,

my wounded soul is healed again.

And when I pass death’s shadowed vale,

Your promise, Lord, shall never fail.

You will not leave me in the night —

stay near, my strength, my heart’s delight.

With hope I walk the pilgrim way,

the tomb cannot my hope betray.

As You, O Lord, from death did rise,

so shall I live, and never die.

My every tear You’ll wipe away —

no night, no woe, no more dismay.

Then, Lord, I shall not ask again

why sorrow, sickness, death, and pain.

All grief shall end and fade away,

when dawn reveals eternal day.

Then joy shall fill my ransomed soul,

to praise the Lamb who makes me whole.