When we struggle in life’s dirt
Weary, sad, downcast or hurt
There is One who knows our care
When we feel misunderstood
Though we had intended good
Gently He pleads, ‘don’t despair
When we are tempted and tried
Taunted on every side
Listen; soft upon the air
When we are broken, undone,
Feeling betrayed and alone
Hear Him; through our pleading prayer
When the road is hard and steep
As we struggle, groan and weep
When our cross is hard to bear
Still He whispers, I’ve been there
…I’ve been there, my precious one
I am Jesus, God’s own Son
Come to me, I know, I care
Because, my precious, I’ve been there
© Janet Martin
There is nothing quite as comforting as someone who fully
understands us because ‘they’ve been there’. Oh, what comfort to know that
Jesus understands. Long ago Perfection, Spirit put on skin, came as a wee Baby
and suffered in humility unto death, even death on a cross…
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