Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
My tears mirror the rain.
One by one,
they leave me.
Again.
And I grieve.
I grieve.

There is only One.
Who understands.
My pain.
Who understands.
The searing loss.

One by one.
They left Him.
All His followers.
Gone.
In His hour of deepest need.
They did leave.
Even His closest friend.
Peter.
Denied Him.
And Judas...
Betrayed Him.
He was...
Abandoned.
Forsaken of men.
A Man of Sorrows.
Acquainted with grief.
Who bore my griefs.
Who carried my sorrows.

One by one.
They left.
And then...
Inner conflict.
The Cross.
His will.
His fear.
His anguish.
His...
humanity.
And His tears fell.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Not like rain.
But like great drops of Blood.
Upon the ground.
"Let this cup pass from Me!"
And then...
"Not My will, but Yours be done."

He endured.
The deepest torment of soul.
The greatest grief of all.
One which I will never have
to bear.
When...
His Father turned His face away.
"My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?"
For that tortuous moment.
When the sins of all
weighed heavy upon Him.
My Saviour was utterly alone.
Completely forsaken.
For me.
For love.
Of me.
So I would never be.
Utterly alone.
Completely forsaken.

Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
My tears mirror the rain.
As one by one.
They leave.
And I am left.
Alone.
With Him.
With the Man of Sorrows.
My Saviour and King.
Who alone can understand.
My pain.
And then...
Beneath the shadow of His wings.
He heals my wounds.
Until I am whole.
Again.