Monday, January 1, 2018

Sorrow-stricken

  

We went to the visitation of Wayne and Doreen's son last evening.
There are no words for the pain that comes with witnessing Youth in a coffin... 

I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.
John 14:18

Ah, who can measure sorrow’s grail
Or who can count the tears that fall
And gather up the utter wail
That has no sound or words at all

And who can hear the prayers that pound
Like surf on rock-bound shores inside
And who can heal the hidden wound
Of hearts broken and gaping wide

And who can undo heartache’s chains
Or calm the sea where mis'ry rolls
Ah, God, our faithful God sustains
And comforts sorrow-stricken souls

© Janet Martin

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