Father of compassion,
My soul is weary, my heart empty.
This loss is more than I can bear.
Man of suffering, weep with me as you wept for Lazarus.
Then bear me up, O God of all comfort,
So that I may rise from despair and turn once more to your glorious light,
For the sake of your Son, the Light of the world.
Written by Pastor Barb Schultze