The Mourner's Hands

The Mourner’s Hands

The mourner’s hands did bear the bier with tender loving care
Though worn and rough was the wood, the burden he did bear
And in his mind he wondered, why such wood had thus been used
When suddenly the carpenter stood before his view
Now questioned he to that man, “Sir, why troublest thou me?”
“To use a wood so rough and worn for one so loved as she?”
Then in reply the stranger asked, “My son, lovest thou me?”
And then in tears the mourner stood, his Savior he did see
For used the Lord so rough a wood that once had been a cross
For all mankind he bled and died that man would not be lost
And though it were a still-small voice, the Savior he did speak
“I am the resurrection and the life, for all of those that seek”

©1999 Brian L. Duffin