Love? Mulled Psalm 22


Triple-proof Love, why let more children die?
Jesus, why do You keep on being
tortured to death in refugee lives?

How can an anguished family song
sung through razor wire or sea water
ever end in authentic hope?

Convulsed with Your Holy Compassion
we wail for bombed towns and people
displaced, betrayed, swindled by smugglers.

Oh God, Love, don’t leave us to smugness,
blindness to our own thoughtless, loveless deeds.
Open our hearts to welcome the stranger.

Love of all loves, let everyone know You:
then all children will live Your Joy Story.
Into Your hands we commend our Spirits.

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