General (Vol. 2)
Disaster
- Your sky is deadly blue above the earth,
Your crops lie murdered by Your blazing sun;
How can we think that such catastrophe
Is payment for the evil we have done?
If we were worse would famine be much worse?
If we were better would the rain begin?
Is there a crude and deadly algorithm
Binding disaster to the weight of sin? - Though sin is everywhere our selfishness
Appears to bring scant sorrow to our door
While those who have so little face the storm
And finish worse off than they were before;
What Dreadful sin can starvation commit
That wealth avoids? This state cannot explain
The distribution of woes here on earth
And its relation to Your heavenly reign. - Our trust In heavenly justice must not feed
Complaisance with our justice here on earth,
Whatever You decide within Your power
Supports and not detracts from human worth;
Though 'Acts of God' destroy the work of men
Much that is wrong the works of men have wrought;
Injustice and contempt for those You made
And for the comradeship which Your Son taught.