Near the Cross in Our Weeping

Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh. Another headline, another shattered night,

candles on the sidewalk, faces in the light, classrooms crowded halls

and holy gatherings, broken in a moment by the sound of suffering. Lord,

we see the images we wish we'd never see. Families at the vigil falling to

their knees, so much fear and anger, questions we can't hold.

All this pain is louder than the hope we've been told here in the

weeping. Jesus be near. Sit in the ashes, hold every tear.

You are the one who was broken and bruised. Man of sorrows, you're weeping with