May 11
IS IT NOTHING?
“Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by? behold, and see if
there be any sorrow like unto my sorrow, which is done
unto me, wherewith the Lord hath afflicted me in the day
of his fierce anger.”—Lam. i. 12.
Is it nothing,
All ye sinners passing by,
I have given you food and clothing
While My shelter is the sky,
And a stone my bitter bed?
That this robe is Agony,
Worlds of sorrow bow My Head?
Is it nothing,
All forsake Me—all have fled?
Is it nothing,
That I loved you tenderly
And am Outcast now for loathing,
With no rest or remedy?
I who lived such daily loss,
Go to greater Agony
And the Passion of the Cross?
Is it nothing,
Hell and horror round me toss?
Is it nothing,
I who dying cannot die
Here must make my grim betrothing
With your grey mortality?
I immortal yield My Breath—
In Divinest Agony,
To the human touch of Death?
Is it nothing,
I for you trod Heaven beneath?
