The picture of Heaven holding its breath has come to me twice this week. The first reference was, on reading how when Christ was about to be crucified, all of Heaven was bursting to celebrate the victory that only they knew was about to happen. The second reference was written in a line of a beautiful poem we were given recently-a poem that speaks of faith in the most dreadfully black moments.
I love that even in the darkest times those who trust in the Lord reach out and find comfort. This poem was written by Rev. Gareth Hill the son in law of the methodist minister Irving Penberthy who served in Aberfan during the terrible disaster that overtook that whole community.
God who knows our darkest moments,
Meets us in our brokeness.
Walks beside us as a whisper,
Holds our pain in His carress.
God who leads through shadowed valleys,
Where death’s bleakness dims our sight,
Speaks a peace beyond all knowing,
Floods our anguish with His light.
Far beyond our grief’s horizons,
As Creation holds its breath,
Love divine revealed in Jesus
Tears apart the chains of death.
Servant Son and humble healer,
By your cross and life laid down,
You have carried all our suffering,
And you wear the Victor’s crown.
Lift us up now risen Saviour,
To the place where mercy plays,
Where our broken hopes and heartaches
Finds their healing in your gaze.
This is love-that God has saved us,
This is love-that Christ has died.
We rejoice that love has conquered,
And has drawn us to Your side.