by Nigel G. Weekes
Heavenly Father, God above
Look down on us with tender love
Thy children sit ‘neath Soufriere’s hill
Their fate, we know will be your will
But if on you their hearts they keep
Should one not wake from slumber’s sleep
Their soul to you, be taken home
In ash and dust no more to roam
No life will ever be the same
We all will be forever changed
You promised angels to stand by
So send them now, and heed our cry
Send goodness, mercy, faith and peace
To watch and wait till ash-clouds cease
And for the children, Lord we pray
You’d give them strength to face today
Tomorrow is unknown, we know
And yesterday, there was a flow
A brother’s keeper lends a hand
The truth, we do not understand
So for my people, I say this prayer
For all Montserratians, everywhere
For those who still at home remain
And those of us who feel their pain
Let distance not our eyes keep tight
But join right in and share the plight
Please keep them, Lord from fear and shame
This I ask, in Jesus’ name.
