Sit with me in my Grief, Tell me that I didn’t deserve that pain, Tell me it wasn’t my fault they abandoned me! Stay quiet while I let the tears fall, And then maybe, Maybe, I’ll let the walls fall too.
None so perfect to console me, Than my Saviour himself, A man of sorrows, Acquainted with grief as much as my own, And probably even more.
His breathing matches mine, While he puts an arm around my shoulder, Drawing me close, Close to his heart, that beats just as furiously as mine. Why?!, I ask through my tears, And His silence seems a befitting answer to my cries.
He doesn’t tell me what could have been done, He doesn’t explain to me why it was necessary for my soul, But He sits with me silently and lets me grieve, Grieve the loss of love, The loss of a dream, The loss of a relationship that I gave so much of myself.
He understands the feebleness of my broken heart, Picking up every little piece, Promising that His Love can hold it together for now, And for every other day to come.
He heals the brokenhearted And binds up their wounds. Psalms 147:3 NKJV https://bible.com/bible/114/psa.147.3.NKJV
Jesus wept. John 11:35 NKJV https://bible.com/bible/114/jhn.11.35.NKJV