Didn't see You there,
Didn't know You were weeping too,
I think of tears as a human wound;
Though of course You care,
You have shown
You were human too,
They say You cried at Lazarus' tomb.
I was unaware how it is with a broken God,
I thought of You as above my pain;
Lost in my despair,
So it is with a broken heart,
I never dreamed
You could feel the same.
Once, in a magazine I saw a face
Wrinkled up in grief and travailed grace,
I kept looking to that face,
Some sad refugee in some sad place,
And in his eyes the sorrow of our race,
And then I saw it was the face of God,
The face of God
Your face, dear God.
Some say You're not there,
Just a myth for a lazy life,
An artifact from an ancient scroll,
But I have known You near
In the gift of a weary sigh,
Lord of the lost and the lonesome soul.
I was unaware how it is with a broken God,
I never dreamed You could feel the same.