Nha Trang Beach, Vietnam, January 2004
God, I hear the Hallelujah chorus
and the angels crying glory.
But with my eyes I only see a crippled boy,
peddling a tricycle with his hands to sell his peanuts
Why do the angels keep singing
as though they can't see the sadness
in this world?
But now I remember that You came here
to our broken earth, and touched
the cripples, and wept at death, and died and rose.
Angels, keep singing for my Jesus.