O Sorrow, my sorrows;
Burrowed and entrenched in a wound so deep;
A wound so deep, a wound so deep;
For who knows my sorrows ?
So deep, o so deep in the wound,
trapped but yet struggling to come out in the open;
to express yourself but can no longer,
because you burrow deeper in your throes of agony;
How do I cry? when there are no more tears inside
How do I weep? when there is not a tender bosom who know my sorrow
How do I grief? when there is not a strong shoulder I can lean on
How do I mourn? when I do not remember the face of my beloved
How do I weep? when my voice can no longer coax it out in the open
And how do I lament? when my wounds are never healed?
Jesus You claim you are The Way, The Truth and The Life;
The One who weeps for our losses in our lives;
Who has gone through all the sorrows of our life,
The Man of Sorrows who lived, who died, resurrected and who lives!
Jesus, Please come and heal my wounds today so I may be alive in You.