The storm came to Honduras, To Nicaraguan towns;
El Salvador felt anguish As rains came crashing down.
O God of wind and water Who made the sea and sky,
Amid such great destruction, We ask a mournful, "Why?"

Great walls of mud and water Swept homes and towns away:
A thousand Rachels weep now For children lost today,
A million madres mourn now As rivers flood the shore--
O Jesus, friend and Savior, You suffer with the poor.

A weaving loom is shattered, A school in ruin lies,
A bridge is washed down-river, A lonely child cries;
O Spirit, send your comfort-- And give us faith that dares.
For when our neighbors suffer Our lives are bound to theirs.