He Wept Poem by Randy McClave

He lived the perfect life
Though subjected with strife,
He never did once ever did sin
And he constantly talked to his father, "Amen".
He was created with tears and blood and sweat
Never not once did he hold regret,
He walked and ate and drank like you me
And he even walked upon the sea.
He was the son of almighty God
Anything could be his with just a nod,
But, instead he came to us as a true man
With the same desires and needs was his plan.
He slept and he drank and he ate
He prayed and preached about the gate,
And he laughed and with others he walked
To strangers and sinners he preached and talked.
He was born and clothed in flesh
It was his mesh,
He was born and also subjected with human weaknesses
Also with love, kindness and sweetnesses.
Then as he stood outside the tomb
He was full of sadness and pain and gloom,
His emotions could no longer be kept;
Jesus wept.

Randy L. McClave