September 2000

QUOTATION

From Hannah Hurnard’s
“Mountain of Spices”

The cry of all distorted things:
“Why hast Thou made us thus,
To bear the anguish which life brings;
Why didst Thou not love us?”
So marred that God Himself must weep-
Fit only for the rubbish heap.

The cry of every breaking heart:
“Why were we born for this?
Evil, alone, is made our part
And nothing of earth’s bliss.
Why didst Thou give us human birth
If we may know no love on earth?”

The cry of each despairing mind
ascends before the Throne:
“Behold us, God! Or art Thou blind?
Can we be blamed, alone?
If Thou be there, then answer us,
Why make us? Or why make us thus?”

And Love’s Voice answers from the Cross:
“I bear it all with you;
I share with you in all your loss,
I will make all things new!!
None suffer in their sin alone,
I made--- I bear--- and I atone!”

Amen