Sometimes the sorrow of others
Reminds us how precious joy is
Ever its flip-side hovers
Between moment-flutters of bliss
Sometimes the sorrow of others
Draws us to our knees
Showing us what is important
For life offers no guarantees
Sometimes the sorrow of others
While we weep mutual tears
Opens our arms to hold closer
That which in death disappears
Sometimes the sorrow of others
Draws our eyes to Those Gates
As we tug on the hem of Mercy
Where Heaven and healing waits
© Janet Martin
Psalm 145:18
The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth.
Psalm 147:3
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth.
Psalm 147:3
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
Janet this was quite powerful and thought-provoking...
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