Between wordless sobs the soul cries out,
Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,
And prays despite a haunting doubt
Let perpetual light shine on them.
Yet for us, the living who remain
To mourn the loss, to feel the pain,
To bear the shock, to question why
In God's great plan they had to die,
There is no peace, no rest, no light
Nothing but an endless night.
When we, defeated by the truth,
Surrender to death's other face,
Robbed of innocence and youth,
No power on earth can e'er replace,
Only in this, our darkest hour
Can we truly hope to find
among the tears God's healing power,
Among our fears, true peace of mind,
That simple faith to save our soul
That perfect love to make us whole.
Against the sadness and the sorrow
With every ounce of faith confessing
Hope for a better life tomorrow
In our mourning we find blessing!