Where Sorrow's Climax Weeps

Lo, breath of time exhales

Regales the steadfast sky

The climax of man’s sorrow wails

And there is no reply

Life’s sundry grief and pain

That earth can never heal

Bids us take up love’s yoke again

Where eon’s belfries peal

Mercy imbues and woos

The dark from midnight’s clutch

Unveiling common avenues

Where dues demand our touch

The hope of God abides

His gift of Once-for-all

Anoints with grace not faceless tides

But with intimate call

For oh, He came to save

Us, not from trouble, no

But from the curse of sin, death’s grave

The fruit of Eden’s woe

Lo, breath of time exhales

Regales time’s ebbing deeps

The Savior of mankind prevails

Where Sorrow’s Climax weeps

© Janet Martin