Yet all about
the noisy shout –
there’s no defence,
it makes no sense!
No hope! No point!
All out of joint!
No refuge,
just refuse!
The tempter said,
just jump!
He’ll catch!
Come down!
We’ll believe!
Father,
I take the cup.
Your will
be done!
Expectant trust,
enlivened hope,
deeply-held –
the Saviour died
and lives again!
Whate’er my pain,
yes, all is well,
all must be well,
all will be well!