God Is Near
by Kathleen HighamWhere is our God that is merciful
When through the cracks we are falling
Lost and confused and terrified
A feeling that is completely appalling
I saw a vision of this terror
As I watched a mother duck
Peering down a grated sewer
Where eight tiny babies were stuck
I heard their desperate cries for her
And saw the helplessness she felt
As she ran and hid from me
Approaching my heart began to melt
I looked down into that dark hole
And they cried and scurried about
Then I called out to my neighbors
With an urgent plea I shout
Come help me save these little ones
We must lift this heavy grate
For the dark and cold are coming
And I am worried for their fate
So strong men came to help me
We tried to save them time and again
But they would run inside that pipe
And I realized they are much like men
For we often run and seek protection
In places that are not of Him
Then we hunker down refuse to move
As time slips away becomes dim
But God has commissioned many saints
With His Word we can set them free
Much like these frightened little ducks
Crying out to a mother they can't see
And as these little ones grow tired
I scooped them from that hole
And frantically their mother came
And I thought of the human soul
For we are often in that hole
Running mindlessly in our fear
But when at last we turn to God
Holy Hands reaching out draw us near
