I sleep only to wake awash in tears
Though night lives on
Sorrow swells and I swim
Sorrow is my atmosphere
My dear friend whose brother died
She fears him lost forever

The father mother sister aunts and uncles
Mourning their young son brother nephew
Innocent in the wrong place at the wrong time
Short sweet life ended by evil incarnate
We know where he is, but why, why, why this waste

A friend watches her husband drinking again
Another gives up the battle for her marriage
Leaving her husband to protect her child and self
Another agonizes with a sometimes wayward son who loves a woman
Now battling cancer for her life Will she win? Will he win?

A woman I love sees her son do battle everyday
He fights to hear the voice of God
Voices he hears and those she fears
This beautiful life overshadowed by a mind awry

Where are You oh God of power?

I envy Becky
Past this place of sorrow and pain
I’m jealous of the grace and mercy she’s received
Leaving soon and missing agony
I’m here I know not exactly why
I’m tired of the old order of things
I groan with all creation awaiting the full redemption
Waiting I praise and sing and love and reach for trust and faith
Waiting I pray God’s heart for these who hurt one step from glory
One agonized before me
And died to end the agony
Agony to end agony
Painfully expectant I wait . . .

“And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Now the dwelling of God is with men,  and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God.  He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” Rev 21:3-4