I know you are hurting – that
you have bad days.
Your spirit is crying. It's
hard to give praise.
Maybe something's gone wrong
with your house of fine bricks –
Some pests, or a fire, or
some vandals' bad tricks.
You forgot about a bill that
now is past due.
You're overwhelmed with
things – feel broken in two.
A friend has done wrong, or
someone has died –
Maybe recent, or years – oh,
the tears you have cried.
I truly do care, but there's
One who cares more.
He gave His Son – and He can
restore ...
All good things to us – one
day it is true.
Like Job, we'll be blessed if
we follow though.
Our sickness, our pain is
just for a while.
The Great Physician can heal
– change our tears to a smile.
Sorrow's for a season, then
morning will come –
As we walk that last mile to
our Heavenly home.
- by Netagene,
started during Bible class (oops!) Wednesday evening, October 16, 2013,
finished late October 18, 2013. -
I couldn’t think of a title so I asked several friends. My favorite, the one I chose, was suggested by Joyce Brumbeloe (who also writes some good poems), taken from the next-to-last verse. I was thinking especially of 2 real good friends who've each had worse-than-usually bad times this year. I first sent it to them shortly after I finished it.
I couldn’t think of a title so I asked several friends. My favorite, the one I chose, was suggested by Joyce Brumbeloe (who also writes some good poems), taken from the next-to-last verse. I was thinking especially of 2 real good friends who've each had worse-than-usually bad times this year. I first sent it to them shortly after I finished it.
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