God's Sorrow

Flushed by tears, they are wiped away
Drained by pain, it begins to fade


Distant memories ride through my mind
Times were once easier, but they disappear


Life's course, laid out a line
Life's disruption, stopped it on a dime


Who could make it all make sense?
Who could look past despair?
Who is well acquainted with grief?
Who suffered long?


           ...He has no form or comeliness;

And when we see Him,
There is no beauty that we should desire Him.
³ He is despised and rejected by men,
A Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.  
And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him; 
He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.

⁴ Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows;  
Yet we esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten by God, and afflicted.  
⁵ But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,  
And by His stripes we are healed.
⁶ All we like sheep have gone astray;  
We have turned, every one, to his own way;  
And the Lord has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.

Isa 53:2b-6 NKJV


Jesus takes our sorrow and makes it joy.
To Him glory! For He take all our toil.