Jesus wept — John 11:35
Forgotten lay the Friend of old, In shadowed tomb and garments cold; Once known, now buried in disdain, The self unloved, the soul in pain.
And lo, Love came with gentle tread, To seek the thought the world deemed dead; He saw what man cast far apart— The dream once dear, now torn from heart.
No trumpet sound, no boastful leap, But simple truth: “And Jesus wept.” O sweetest tears! so soft, so brave— To grieve the love we did not save.
Then cried He loud, "Come forth, arise!" And hope returned through tender eyes. For when Love weeps, the stone must roll— And wakes again the buried soul.