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.
|First Line:||The storm came to Honduras, to Nicaraguan towns|
|Title:||The Storm Came to Honduras|
|Author:||Carolyn Winfrey Gillette|
|Scripture:||Matthew 25:31-46; Romans 12:13-15; 1 John 3:17-18|
|Copyright:||Copyright © 1998 by Carolyn Winfrey Gillette. All rights reserved|
|Composer:||Hans Leo Hassler (1601)|
|Harmonizer:||Johann Sebastian Bach (1729)|