blessed are those who mourn

Blessed are those who mourn,
We whose hearts are broken,
Our burdens saddled with helplessness,
Reeling and grieving from the blows life gives.

But the bearing of the mourning is not in despairing,
For this suffering is a door into communion,
With You who suffered and mourned as an alien,
Cast out, rejected and crushed on a tree.

And so from this dark comes relief,
Not with an answer but a presence,
For our afflictions are but a hollowing out,
A dwelling for You and Your comfort,
Unto which brings infinite joy.

Matt. 5: 4

sč
Singapore, August 14th, 2007