Divine Compassion

Divine compassion will reach out
And touch the lonely bier
And bring to life the widow’s son
And wipe away her tears;
Will grasp the young girl by the hand
And say, 'Little lamb, arise! ’
And the child leaps up from her bed
To her parents' great surprise.

Divine love will embrace
Little children in its arms,
As a hen covers her chicks
Under feathers soft and warm;
Divine compassion
In those nail-pierced hands
Laid on a poor bent-up woman
Made her stand
Erect and at ease,
And praise the God of mercy
For her miraculous release.

Tom Prato