"I feel a strange sense of something like guilt", I said to Victoria. "I'm pouring coffee and making grocery lists while a few miles away a family is making preparation's to bury their teenage son!"
It stirs a sacred reverence for the moment, does it not?!
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as we share abundantly in Christ's sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too.
He cups our torn and careworn hearts in hands scarred with love’s testament
He hears the agony of tears where fear and grief and pain torment
He reaches from His throne of grace where words are lost to wordless wail
The Father of mercy and comfort whispers when our whispers fail
He holds us through the flames that test the uttermost of mortal grit
He who wept tears of blood and bore death on the cross understands it
This world is not our home for long; it afflicts man with ceaseless needs
The Father of mercy and comfort whispers peace and intercedes
He gathers up the forlorn cup, replenishes its emptiness
Where we would be completely lost without His faithful promises
Hopeless, helpless, alone, undone; we could not cope without His care
The Father of mercy and comfort whispers hope to man’s despair
He is no harsh and distant judge that does not sympathize with us
This Father too bore awful loss; His Son upon a cross, Jesus
Thus His compassion overflows; He knows the darkest, deepest vales
He, Father of mercy and comfort whispers love when our love fails
© Janet Martin