This is the world you hold in your hands. Not one jot one iota of suffering goes unseen. You wince as a sparrow falls to ground so how could our suffering leave you unmoved? This wonderful world made for your children Each ploughed field nurtures and blooms with life sustained by mud, sun and rain life-giving elements freely given. Growth is in your being O God, whose depths cannot be plummeted. Yet even as you fling the ever expanding universe into space You regard, lovingly, the palms of your hands engraved with our names. Each of our faces before you. Lives known. Our souls are seen. And loved. An empty cross our proof of your infinite care. Our bottled tears kept safe until the day when no tear more will fall. For we will see you. Face to face. Earths cares forgotten in the light of eternity.