Let the rain fall, bleak and hard
On the shadowed desolation
The wound at the heart of the world.
Let the torrents try
To cleanse the stain, the spot incarnadine,
Bleeding death, and fear and rottenness.
Let us gather all our great technologies –
Surely something will succeed?
Surely we can make our peace?
But failure sticks, chokingly, in our mouths
Till our mumblings make no sense
In the misery of rain.
There was only one way, only, ever one,
He took it, lashed with thorns, vicious with nails,
Into the desolation, the forsaken place…
Let the rain fall, gentle with blessing,
Let the skies sing triumph!
Let the angels' alleluias mend our faith again!
Whole in His brokenness, blood washed out by blood,
We begin again, acknowledging His victory:The price we could not pay.