Is it right to be insensitive to pain
To trod over another and not notice
Even the angel noticed the prophets tears 
Do not cry, there is a hope, love is hard
Symbolized in a slaughtered Lamb
Broken, bloody because we reject a gift
Given so freely and easily if we receive
The love of God is hard to take in
Hard to display, because it asks more of us
To be more, to give more, to die daily to self
And that is the hardest part, to think of another
Hold them first, not see it as a weakness
But abundant love broken open for all