SDW: Day 3

See, I told you I am a very busy person. So, after missing a day of posting, here is your third bit of writing to savor:

Who shall call upon the Lord?
He who has a heavy heart?
He who longs for comfort and strength?
He cries upon the grass,
He whose sorrow reaches below the sea,
Who has lost his dearest possession:
His son.
The Lord cries with the wounded man,
For He has felt his loss.
"Sons!" God cries out, "What loss can be equaled?"
The Lord knows His creation's sorrow well.
He sympathizes with the son-less man.
He weeps with and holds His child.
But then the mourning must end,
When the hope of morning dawns.
The Lord lifts the chin of the man,
And smiles softly at him,
Though His eyes tell of pain.
"It must stop, this mourning.
But never forget your loss.
Your son is as Mine,
He resides in My land now.
They shall be together,
And both shall come down from the Heavens
With a grand host.
We shall all be reunited again
In the clouds." 

Hope you enjoyed. :)

~Brenna

P.S... Don't like it in poetry form? Let me know! The only reason I format it that way is that I believe it is easier to read.