Poetry and articles about life as seen from a Christian perspective. Some lighthearted, some serious, some practical, but all heartfelt.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
He Wept
I lingered. I talked. I waited. And then we went to Judaea. By then you were weeping. And Lazarus was in the tomb. I knew (I always knew) the very moment I would call him back to you. But because you didn't know I wept.
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