We weep but not like pagans weep:
the doleful sorrows and mournful cries.
We weep but not like those sans hope:
the empty pit within a thousand sighs.
No, our sorrow is a tempered sorrow,
buoyed up by hope of endless shores.
Our sadness pauses to look up
and catch a glimpse of Heaven's door.
And at that door all earthy sorrows will flee
with but a single look at Jesus' face!
There thousands join in joyful song,
where soon we'll be by grace!
~D. Benning
1 Thes. 4:13
