We all have a cuppa sorrow
Harbour hungers, hurts and fears
No one knows what waits tomorrow
To arouse laughter or tears
We all feel that vexing yearning
Complex to articulate
We are all still always learning
Learn to listen, learn to wait
We all hold a world within us
From whence hopes and dreams beseech
While the flail of seasons winnows
Times and places from our reach
We all sense the verge of progress
That is out of our control
But we also all have access
To the Keeper of the soul
…who sees wounds and longs to bind them
In whose presence abides peace
Pray then that we seek and find Him
Before grace withdraws its lease
We all have a cuppa sorrow
Battlegrounds no one can see
Save the One who holds tomorrow
With Supreme Authority
Not one of us is forgotten
God so loved the world that he
Gave His Son, Jesus begotten
To redeem humanity
So, though life is full of hurtles
And the sufferings of dust
We all instilled with Immortal
Have a God that we can trust
© Janet Martin
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened,
and I will give you rest.
Matt.11:28
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