My heart is heavy tonight, for a friend.
That I could fix it, I surely would.
Pain can't be "fixed".
And as comforting and precious as a friend or loved one's words might be, in the end they are as the wheat and chaff, blown away and gone. They hold no healing power.
But, my voice can be used to carry a friend to the Lover of my soul. The Healer, The Great I Am,
The Way, The Truth, and The Life.
The only one who has words of healing, of new life.
And if I don't praise His name, even the rocks will cry out.
Blessed be the name of the Lord, who gives and takes away. Bless his holy name.
1 comment:
True, very much. Our hearts ache with the pain of others, as they should, but praise the Lord that real comfort comes from him, and he a never failing source!
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