Yes, “Jesus, wept,” is weeping still.
Watch Him sobbing on that hill.
Jerusalem in darkness lies.
He sees the city, sees the cries.
He sees my city, He sees yours,
The tempting shadow that allures.
He whispers softly, “Come to me…”
I see Him hang on that cross tree.
I do not want to hang there ever
That would only comfort sever.
The ‘Man of Sorrows’ what a name
For the Son of God who came.
Ruined sinners to reclaim
Sinful wild offspring to tame!
Yet crucified with Christ I am
Unless I am a wayward lamb.
Sure, I must die if I would win.
I know He suffers for my sin
He weeps, He dies, how can I not
My life lay down, erase that blot!
So “Crucified with Christ,” I see
Eternal future, victory.
Yet see the Savior weeping still
Father comforts while oceans fill.
Will ever love and sorrow meet?
Only when we stand complete
And weep no more as Jesus’ bride
We are safe to evermore reside.
On Heavens shore The Tempter gone
Forever lake of fire borne.
Where he belongs no comfort zone
No pity! He will not be alone!
Sam Cox 12.28.04