God’s heart is strong and made of steel

So it won’t break from the pain her children feel.

God’s eyes are red and blaze with woe

And ache from the constant tears that flow.

God’s hands are wrinkled, but reaching and warm

Welcoming, but within the storm.

God is old and always here

Her name is love and never fear.

God is far; God is within.

I miss you god; where've you been!?