To Pass the Cup of Sorrow

To Pass the Cup of Sorrow


How is it I feel your every pain in your body and soul -
Even your secret ones that eventually takes their toll?

I've been down many roads, not all that is for certain,
But with time and understanding, I see behind your road's curtain.

To carry a burden alone is no easy task
Let me help you, is all I ask.

I don't know all the answers, and even if I did
Would that solve all problems, even the ones hid?

You are not an island unto your own
Sharing is caring - my shoulders to loan

All that you need and to never run dry
Given freely - for my heart heard your cry.

I am not "HE" - I just simply care
That I "am" or "am not" is neither here nor there.

I am a man, much like any other,
But knowing you are my sister and brother

Makes me gird up my strength from above
For God it is, that has given this love.

I have heard your cries - with no pretension to gain
The simplicity of love for your burden of pain.

How I wish to enfold the world in my arms! -
And to utterly cease terror's alarms.

I can do little or lots, it is yours to borrow,
So pass on to me, your cup of sorrow.