Amen.
The Man of sorrows, acquainted with grief
Whether taken by violence
Or by sickness or disease
I mourn them still
And every scrap of memory seize
Funny, but it's the little things
That I still miss so
I can hear them laugh
And my tears flow
It's a cruel world
It doesn't seem fair
I want them back
Even for a moment
Their absence is hard to bear
But God's grace is sufficient
To save me from my grief
To rescue me from my fall
Out of love He came and bore it
He has conquered
He is risen
He is greater than all
-- Tom Hoefling, Sept. 11, 2011
"He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not."-- Isaiah 53:3