When You Suffer
Good thoughts and prayers sound so meek,
And tears shed still don’t fall as healing waters,
My reach, my un-sovereign hands feel so weak,
As suffering billows over loved ones like fire.
If only my words could mend broken hearts,
If only they could blow away the dark clouds,
If only they could outshine the smoke and dark
That covers those I love tonight.
I bring my meager sacrifice,
Of words of grief and comfort,
I know they will never be suffice
To heal and mend what’s tattered.
You can weep on my shoulder,
I’ll carry you when you can no longer limp,
And when your faith can stretch no further,
I’ll tell you the gospel stories of old.
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