I in myself cannot quell
The present, heavy grief That cloaks the lives of the masses, And smothers a particular few With matter-of-fact totality. I in myself cannot understand The magnitude, the certitude Of its influence on another's life My own similar grief is not comparable Empathy is an inadequate comfort. I in myself am insufficient to offer Significant solace, or real hope To the bravely aching souls Who daily choose to live With loss, their hollow company. Only the King-Servant surrendered The carpenter cursed and crucified Who endured the deepest separation From love for the sake of love made free Only Jesu Christi knows our grief in full. Only Jesu Christi can meet us there In our pain and disillusion And wholly bear the weight With gentleness and strength Only the Servant-King, Jesu Christi. Comments are closed.
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