Echoes of Pain
The silent strain in your eyes,
The anticipated blow—
Tis the choking grief that ties.
You feel the hurt I know.

Loud thunders of a grief unheard
Crossing the rift between us gain
Volume which canst the heavens gird—
Echoes of pain.

Rain from clouded gaze
Not else can see nor say—
When alone the hand still stays
Not else can feel or pray
But echoes of pain
Echoes of pain

At this our own hope’s breaking
Love will us forever train
By grace to share in suffering
Echoes of pain

6/22/2004