Come to the house of mourning
You will see me there
In the darkening shadows
Of the sighing halls and stairs.
Candles brighten doorways
But they never flicker strong
Though many people enter
And some may call it home.

Come to the house of mourning
You will see her there
The woman crying softly
On the trembling floors of doubt.
Sometimes she lies there prostrate
As faith turns into dust
Till someone comes beside her
And lifts her in their arms.

Come to the house of mourning
You will see him there
The man who once was laughing
But now is quiet as stone.
He falls against the pillars
Unsteady with despair
Till someone reaches for him
And helps him soldier on.

Come to the house of mourning
You will see them there
The children missing parents
Parent grieving over child.
Yesterdays still haunt them
Wife, husband, dearest friend
Suffering bars their freedom
Hope lives feebly there.

Come to the house of mourning
Solace to give and find
The whispered hallelujahs
Mixed with sadness and with grace.
Brightened eyes are tear-filled
And time goes trickling slow
But come to the house of mourning
You will see Jesus there.

Romans 12:15
Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.

Matthew 5:4
"Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted."

Ecclesiastes 7:2
It is better to go to the house of mourning
than to go to the house of feasting,
for this is the end of all mankind,
and the living will lay it to heart.

Revelation 21:4
"He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”