In the quiet of morning, with soul attentive and expectant
He whispered to me, ‘Tis sweet to have sorrow’
I questioned when and how this could be
A paradox it seems, I must have heard wrong
But indeed, it was confirmed to my astonishment
With words as gently spoken as ones above:
‘Tis sweet to have sorrow when that heart of yours
More closely entwines itself with mine own.’
For the broken need a Healer.
The lonely need a Friend.
The lost need a Redeemer.
The hurting need a Comforter.
He promises His presence and peace; we shall not fear tomorrow.
AB 5/12/21
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