Words are merely symbols…
little comfort can they bring
when the heart is breaking
and the soul is filled with pain.
~”"”~
Though hard to find one happy thought
on a day that’s sad,
we know His will is always done
and it is never bad.
~”"”~
The breeze so gently sways a rose…
the eye admires this so,
yet underneath, in thorny bed,
the wind there, too, does blow.
~”"”~
A sunrise is so wonderful…
our souls uplift in praise
but we would never witness one
if night-time stayed away.
~”"”~
So may this hill that you must climb
place you nearer heaven’s throne.
And may each tear that you must cry
hold peace, soon to be born.
Danny Pogue
©1996
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