there are the secret sorrows,
that we carry with us;
the unanswered prayers,
the quiet longings that have
never been spoken,
but we are told our King
is a man of sorrows
and well acquainted with suffering.
he knows it well, this life,
the way it twists and turns,
blesses and then breaks us
under the weight
of its pounding waves
and knowing it well,
he walks it with us,
and in the end,
he will take it from us,
and lift the weight
from our shoulders.
all sorrow,
all the tears,
all the pain.
Inspired by Isaiah 53
‘Surely he took up our pain
and bore our suffering,
yet we considered him punished by God,
stricken by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.’
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