It May Be

It may be that the sun is quenched

It may be that the moon turns to dust

It may be that the stars fall from the sky

But it will never be that they're hidden from His eye

It may be that the forest burns in the hearth

It may be that the seas cover all the earth

It may be that the mountains crumble to the ground

But it will never be that He does not hear the sound

Though the world may be cold, even dim

And creation groans for its Lord

Every bit of it is held by Him

Not a sound of it He has not heard

It may be that the oak falls in silence

It may be that the desert eats the field

It may be that once-fertile ground bears no more

But His creation God does not ignore

It may be that a brother slay a brother

It may be that a friend hate a friend

It may be that an unloved child dies forlorn

But it will never be He didn't see it born

Though the world may slip into dust

And the fallen pain grow in our land

Yet there is a King we can trust

Who holds every life close in His hand