This hurt is not the final word,
it will not last.
The prayers you utter will be heard,
the pain will pass,
drawn out from all your aching bones
by one who makes your grief his own.
It will not last.
He takes into himself your pain,
you will be healed.
All things will be made new again
and you will feel
the wonder of your risen flesh,
enjoy its pleasures, youthful, fresh,
when you are healed.
The way is long, but at its end
behold the light.
It beckons like your dearest friend
come into sight.
So take a step toward it with hope.
Despite the hurt keep looking up
and see the light.