Shared Comfort
I visited a church one day,
And met a recent widow
there.
At first, we had few words
to say.
We talked about
photography.
And then she told me of
her pain.
Her loneliness was clear
to see,
Except for You who keeps
her sane.
She helps lead worship
there at church,
Her voice melodic, true
and sweet,
Assisting others in their search.
I’m grateful to You Lord and
King
For being big enough to
care,
Our hope in times of suffering.
You give us comfort we can
share.
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