Break my heart, Lord
Break my heart, Lord! Our world is hurting. Lord Jesus, break my heart with what breaks Yours. Give me courage to act. Help me to wake, "to wake for pity's sake!" A SLEEP OF PRISONERS ~ Christopher Fry Dark and cold we may be, but this Is no winter now. The frozen misery Of centuries breaks, cracks, begins to move; The thunder is the thunder of the floes, The thaw, the flood, the upstart Spring. Thank God our time is now when wrong Comes up to face us everywhere, Never to leave us till we take The longest stride of soul we ever took. Affairs are now soul size. The enterprise Is exploration into God. Where are you making for? It takes So many thousand years to wake, But will you wake for pity's sake!