Of Hidden Hurts

There are hurts too deep for tears

There are fears too stark for word

But there has never been a cry

The God of heaven has not heard

In the sorrow of our ‘knowns’

Or the depth of secret grief

There is One who hears our cry

And offers through His grace, relief

There are wounds, not of the flesh

There are scars not of the skin

But oh, there is a perfect love

That seeks to heal us from within

There are hurts too deep for tears

There are fears too stark for word

But there has never been a cry

The God of heaven has not heard

© Janet Martin