Here, through the eyes of loss and grief,
I’ve groaned and sighed and shared my pain,
While finding naught to bring relief,
Or from my blessings purge this stain.
And “Friends are false!”
And “Hope is dead”:
Such were the thoughts
That filled my head.
But Jesus knew great sorrow, too,
Which people sometimes may forget,
And sorrow filled Him through and through
The night before His cross was set.
And pains and thorns
Beset His way
As He His Father
So now, like Christ, I look above:
Above to Him Who knows my pain:
Whose plans are good, Whose heart is love,
Whose trust I want through life to gain.
I’ll trust God’s heart.
I’ll trust His love.
And rest someday
With Him above.
And rest in peace
In Heav’n above.
March 31, 2018