I cannot lift my arms nor raise my voice
With weights of pain and burd'n of sorrow deep;
Now plac'd on me from one other by choice
Of mine and He who went to hang and weep.
This pain of she I pray'd at night to spare
And comfort her soul needing joy and life.
She mourns at night for pain I wish to bare
So that she may in rest put down the knife.
This agony pulls down my heart and head,
A force of gravity inmeasur'ble;
I cry her tears prostrat'd upon my bed
And gasp for breath as weight keeps me unfull.
But I will not be in despair for long
Because I know that she receiv'd blessing.
Then through my faith the pain is now long gone,
Rememb'ring His joy comes in the morning.
Again I pray for her sake until dawn,
That she will come back to the Son Shining.
For she knows not of love nor of this One
Who loves to make her dream smiling.