For the Families of Sandy Hook Elementary
Through the eyes of innocence,
innocence was lost.
By choices forced upon them,
they paid an unjust cost.
Children’s voices crying,
surreal in their own heads.
Voices stilled and silenced
by the Maker of the Dead.
Shattered dreams left broken.
Shards of glass which make you bleed.
Broken hearts united
mourning souls a killer freed.
Mothers, fathers crying,
stuck with questions in their heads.
Who will hear their voices?
The Resurrected of the Dead.
For there’s one who lost His child,
beat and broken by the rest.
He watched His own son murdered
and His heart broke in His chest.
He didn’t reach His hand out.
Nor’d he give His life instead.
He wept, and waited patient,
the Receiver of the Dead.
He wipes each tear that’s fallen.
He mends each broken heart.
He knows each day and number
of our lives right from the start.
He takes each tragic moment,
which will pave the road ahead,
and gives it plan and purpose.
He’s the Speaker of the Dead.
So, turn your eyes upon Him
when the Reaper steals the young,
and see them on His lap
singing all the songs you’ve sung.
One day, when reunited,
you’ll forget despair and dread.
With Death forever buried by
the Victor of the Dead.
Praying for all the families affected by the tragic slaughter at Sandy Hook Elementary School.