And Jesus said...

"Let the little children come unto me.

Compassion

I cry when a tear rolls down your cheek.
I agonize when you weep.
I know that you question, I know that you pray,
That you scream at night in your sleep.

I'm aware of your quavering voice when you speak,
Of your blank, straightforward stare.
I know of your pain, your depression, your guilt,
that you search for "a face" everywhere.

I watch as you walk with your head bowed low,
With despair written all over your face.
I hear the quick sigh, the internal cry,
I know how you wearily pace.

I see how you search for a sign, for some hope
That the light will still shine in your life.
I know how you live, I know that you die
From the harsh words that wound, like a knife.

I empathize most with your loneliness now,
Even though you're not always alone.
I see the rapture as you speak your child's name.