From John Piper’s Advent Poem, “Joseph of Arimathea, Part 2” When all of Joseph’s tears were spent, And all the secret love, long pent Behind the bars of fear, was loosed, And, like a swelling flood, reduced This polished nobleman to sobs, And left him weakened and with throbs Behind his burning eyes, at last … More Piper: God does not waste the gift of pain.