There is a place
prepared for little children
Those we once lived for,
those we deeply mourn,
Those who from play,
from learning and from laughter
Cruelly were torn.
There is a place where
hands which held ours tightly
Now are released beyond
all hurt and fear
Healed by that love
which also feels our sorrow
Tear after tear.
There is a place where
all the lost potential
Yields its full promise,
finds its lost intent;
Silenced no more, young
voices echo freely
As they were meant.
There is a place where
God will hear our questions,
Suffer our anger, share
our speechless grief.
Gently repair the
innocence of loving
And of belief.
Jesus, who bids us to be
like little children
Shields those our arms
are yearning to embrace,
God will ensure that all
are reunited;
There is a place.
by John Bell
Sent by Nick Finamore
who heard it at a church in Concord, Ma. The lyrics are of a hymn by a Scottish
hymn writer named John Bell - written in response to a very similar massacre at
a school in Dunblane, Scotland in 1996.
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