And Jesus wept. No tears of helpless sorrow
welled from that healing love, so deep, so full,
but warm compassionate tears; he knew no narrow
confines of death, but only all was well.
He saw the need. His tender heart responding
with that great love which filled him day by day
moved him to tears, all empty grief transcending,
stirred him to deeps no mortal sense can know.
He saw the perfect man, by Life created,
expressing Life in health, abundance, joy,
touched not by death, by darkness undefeated,
living triumphant in eternal day.
"Father, I thank thee.'' His pure understanding
pierced through the sorrowing throng, the darkened tomb.
He saw the eternal facts, and spoke, commanding.
"Lazarus, come forth.'' And Lazarus heard and came.
"Father, I thank thee." Still that deep compassion
can speak through tears the eternal words of power,
revealing oneness where there seemed division,
revealing all is well and in God's care.
