What pain there is in dying,
what grief from all such loss,
is keenly felt by Someone
who bore more than a cross,
who lived from birth to dying,
endured Sin's searing pains.
No wonder heaven thundered
and cried out with its rains!
We also ache, but lesser,
for none but you can know
that sorrow that now stings you,
yet, by our prayers we show
how dearly we enfold you
in ways all heaven sees,
and we stand strongly with you
by taking to our knees.
Oh, little lamb, most precious,
you pearl that pain has made,
we pray that in this darkness,
warm light shall break your shade--
yet not too soon, for sometimes,
the grief we bear must be
another kind of lesson
to grasp eternity.
Blessings on you,
Parm
