Not a child, not a parent,
Not a lover or a friend.
Not an eye, not an ear,
Not an arm or e'en a hand.
Sobbing ebbs and flows 'til passing,
Events all woven make the web
Bobs atop the river salty,
A Cross that shows the way to tread.
Love now sings it's light is shining
Eyes are open to the rain.
Pain continues, body's breaking
For it abides within this place.
But in future hope will filter,
For this one is found in Grace.