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Friday, June 28, 2013

Jesus Wept

A warm tear trickled down his cheek
In sorrow for the worn and weak
Who did not seek the master out;
Hearts filled with sadness, dread and doubt

In their pain they sadly grieve;
No faith by which they could believe
That from the sealed dank tomb and grave
His word still had the power to save

But from the very jaws of death
He stirs the soul with living breath
To him they live; those which have died
For by him, sin is crucified

It shall not reap its bitter wages
Cast upon the rock of ages
So dispersed through holy blood
Where innocence is understood

Not for loss did Jesus cry
For death and sin both in him die
He wept for those who are yet living
Without grace their sins forgiving

For the gift of faith is grace
The gift of God who lifts His face
Upon His mourning children here
And weeps because He holds them dear

Now as sorrows dark and deep
Blind the eyes of those who sleep
But not of those whose soul He keeps;
I wonder still, if Jesus weeps

Lord, grant me eyes that I might see
All that you would have me be
Grant me ears, and having heard;
Courage to do your will and word

For I am also worn and weak
Striving to be kind and meek
Let me be the word you speak
And not a tear upon your cheek

And when your word is in me kept
Like opened eyes of one who slept
Let me remember and not forget
It was for me that Jesus wept

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Poet and musician Fabian G. Franklin invites you to join him on a poetic journey through the soul and nature.