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.