End of Lent

"Oh my God, can I complain
You take away my firm belief
And graft my soul upon your grief." --Jars of Clay (I think)

"Yet Love will dream and Faith will trust,
That somehow, somewhere, meet we must.
Alas for him who never sees . . .
Who hopeless lays his dead away,
Nor looks to see the breaking day . . .
Who hath not learned, in hours of faith,
The truth to flesh and sense unknown,
That Life is ever lord of Death,
And Love can never lose its own!" --from "Snowbound"