And still I weep
when I look upon his face
for I carry the memory still
the memory of love
the memory of light
the memory of how it should be
the beauty the sorrow
the joy and the pain
the heaven the earth and the hell
it all remains a part of me
a living consecration
baptized by fire
soothed by the spirit
most holy and sanctified
revelation of love
crown of thorns
whispering through the ages
the bitter the sweet
the love and the hate
the forgiveness beyond comprehension
all of this is part of me
as I am part of him
and so I look upon his face
and still I weep and weep