CRYING TREE

1. Beneath a crying tree, sometimes I lie,
torn by my wondering: Why, God, O why?
Why all this hurt within? Why such an empty sky?
Why all these senseless wrongs? Why, God, O why?

2. Christ on the crying tree, waiting to die:
why, God, forsake me now, why, God, O why?
God, can you now forgive? God, will you help me die?
God, do you feel my pain? God, can you cry?

3. Christ, if I wound myself under your tree,
will all the pain escape? Will I be free?
Christ, help me find within faith in myself again.
Help me discover you under my pain.

4. Is love the only way someone survives?
Is love the blood that heals wounds in our lives?
What if I took the leap, claiming my painful cries
were simply God’s deep love, helping me rise!

5. Beneath the crying tree, Christ knows my cry,
feels all the hurts I feel, knows how I die.
Deeper than bleeding wounds, deeper than hidden veins,
deeper than death itself — Christ feels the pain.

30.9.24
 

Back from a Break 

During September, Dorothy and I travelled
to Norway and the UK.

After long flights
- Adelaide to Melbourne,
Melb to Dubai (14 hrs),
Dubai to Oslo (7 hrs) -
we did Norway in a nutshell
from Oslo to Bergen, then
the Hurtigruten Cruise 
up the west coast of Norway
and back again.
Then an 8 day Trafalgar tour
and 4 days in London,
before taking the direct flight
(16 3/4 hrs)
from Heathrow to Perth.
We're a bit tired (!) but we'll still be a part
of the LWA convention and the 
General Convention .

See some of you there.