I kneel beneath the weeping willow,
Its tendrils brushing my bowed head.
The ground is soddened with my tears,
As I contemplate the final bed.

Here, where the shadows fall the longest,
I keep my lonely vigil and pray.
For in this place, time seems to falter,
As I await the coming of that day.

The air is thick with sorrow's perfume,
My heart a symphonic dirge of pain.
Yet through the veil of my despair,
I sense a glimmer, a refrain -

A promise of eternal morning,
When darkness gives way to light.
This tomb shall burst with resurrection,
Your victory, O Death, takes flight!

So, I will wait with hope unshaken,
Though my soul is steeped in grief.
For I know the Savior waits to meet me,
And in His arms, find sweet relief.