Michael Card To A Broken God
Didn't see You there, didn't know You were weeping too,
I think of tears as a human wound;
Though of course You care, You have shown
You were human too,
They say You cried at Lazarus' tomb.
I was unaware how it is with a broken God,
I thought of You as above my pain;
Lost in my despair, so it is with a broken heart,
I never dreamed You could feel the same.
Once, in a magazine I saw a face
Wrinkled up in grief and travailed grace,
I kept looking to that face, some sad refugee in some
sad place,
And in his eyes the sorrow of our race,
Then I saw it was the face of God, the face of God
Your face, dear God.
Some say You're not there, just a myth for a lazy life,
An artifact from an ancient scroll,
But I have known You near in the gift of a weary sigh,
Lord of the lost and the lonesome soul.
I was unaware how it is with a broken God,
I never dreamed You could feel the same.
