May Christ

For Dad

Now when your ruin rises right before my disbelief
To where the boy within me never thought that it would reach,
With lowered eyes and expectation laid beneath to rest,
May Christ the Suffering Servant be your only peace in death.

And when it comes to pass that I, too, with fallen frame
Lie still within the ground and reach the end of all my pain,
With hopeful eyes we will look back upon the path made straight,
May Christ the Buried Son of God give patience as we wait.

And when all flesh has bowed the knee and dust our bones become,
When nearby in the graven ground are laid my chosen sons,
With lifted eyes we will behold Him coming on the sky,
May Christ the Risen be our resurrection as we rise.