Who has halved our joy? Dried us as does dearth* Tossed us into turbulence like a buoy* If you may, call him death   He has claimed our own So did he the world’s Messiah He dared to have us shaken and thrown But sure is God’s spoken word, His desires   God’s promises still stand Our future may delay but will still be Death can’t singe* our hair, not even a strand He will but only sting as […]