I wrote this a very long time ago. It was at the begining of my time in India when i was first starting to make friends with women in the red-light district. I read it now and have a deeper understanding of a Jesus who was actually already there, with my friends,….waiting for me to weep with Him. Thankful for a God who never leaves us or forsakes us.
“WEEP WITH ME”
a poem by kristin keen, written around 2004
come and see, LORD.
come and weep with me.
come and see their faces
painted with cheap make-up.
see the tenderness in their worn-out eyes.
weep with me
over torn flesh
and broken hearts.
weep with me, Jesus
over girls trapped by fear.
weep with me for the mothers
who have lost their daughters.
weep with me over your princesses
who are treated like whores.
weep with me
so that i know You are with them.
weep with me
so that i know their suffering isn’t forgotten.
weep with me
because when You weep, it gives me hope.
Your tears bring the safe places
where the suffering of the world can reside.
Your tears give me and the girls a place to put
our doubt,
our rage,
our isolation,
our fears.
come and see, Jesus.
come and weep with me.
