Let the broken fountains flow

Let the broken fountains flow
With salt tears where else was dry
Let the heart abandoned know
There are many ways to die
Let the grief that cannot show
In its hidden cistern lie.

Here the arms that hang like stone
Yet are yearning for embrace
Here the soul that walks alone
Wary of pretended grace
Here the laugh that hides a groan
Only empathy could trace.

Let the living waters flow
Through the streambed gaunt and dry
Let the broken hearted know
There is life for those who die
Wounds of Christ, in mercy show
There is love which cannot lie.