I wish to speak uplifting words
As you gaze on that mound of clay,
And assure you of brighter days ahead
But I don't know what to say.

Then I long to be your strength
As you touch that empty chair,
And say "I feel and understand"
But, no, I've not been there.

I cannot know your pain, my friend,
Till I've walked the path you face,
But Jesus knows, and I'll go to Him
The throne of Amazing Grace.