What memories for you of love?
What dreams that you held close, now gone?
A story told, a man awaited, a brother lost in desert storms.
A meal together, a look of love.
These songs well sung
And wild roads walked.
But on a cross a poor man dies
No home or gold to ease his life
And on the cross a young man dies
An eternity from home and peace
And this poverty, these bleeding hands, this blessing touch
And words of compassion and hope and trust
Not locked away not turned to dust
But lived upon our broken streets
In embolden hearts now reaching out,
These to become memories of love.
Songs for Huda 