Good Friday

The rain spilled from a broken sky
And battered the wet ground,
The bitter howling of the wind
Carried an eerie sound
And caused the tears of winter’s grief
Against my face to pound;
While my heart wailed in grief and pain
To match the wind’s fell sound.

Oh will the grief that sears my soul
And tears my world apart
Ever know respite or surcease,
The endless pain depart?
Or am I bound to feel its grief
Within my beating heart
Until the darkness of the grave
Shall bitter peace impart?

For he who loved me more than life
Has gone where I can’t go
And though he said he’d come again
I know it can’t be so
For he is lain within the tomb
Where only shadows grow
While I am left with bitter skies
And tears that overflow.