A Father's Balm For Those who Suffer
(in Roy's memory)
The bleak becomes beautiful
though ponderous the pain
when the wounded walk
in all their sorrow; in all their faith.
Some may call their wavering
full of doubt and unbelief
but those who draw near
will see Jacob weeping,
“I will not let you go, I will not let you go...”
We are all the wounded yet walking
as our Savior who bore the taunts
of demons and man.
Caught in a world in tension
Held by the Father of every
second,
We rest, we crawl, we are weak
beyond our understanding.
Yes, we are weak
and He is strong.
His balm to soothe our sores.
Though understanding will present
itself in the not yet,
Peace comes now and then
Faith ripples through our tears
and the brilliance of hope guides our path.
It is a messy road
this valley in shadows;
at times so dark it blinds.
Walk with the wounded
as your heart beats with theirs
the Heart that created every joy and sorrow
will comfort and caress.
for Ron, Tina, Anna, Nick
Robin, Carolyn, Jonathon, Stevie, Lucy
Noah and those who love him
the many Millers
Carolyn and her two bothers
Diane who saw Christmas wedded with grief
when a child went home
the priests who walk beside...
and my loved ones along the path.
(in Roy's memory)
The bleak becomes beautiful
though ponderous the pain
when the wounded walk
in all their sorrow; in all their faith.
Some may call their wavering
full of doubt and unbelief
but those who draw near
will see Jacob weeping,
“I will not let you go, I will not let you go...”
We are all the wounded yet walking
as our Savior who bore the taunts
of demons and man.
Caught in a world in tension
Held by the Father of every
second,
We rest, we crawl, we are weak
beyond our understanding.
Yes, we are weak
and He is strong.
His balm to soothe our sores.
Though understanding will present
itself in the not yet,
Peace comes now and then
Faith ripples through our tears
and the brilliance of hope guides our path.
It is a messy road
this valley in shadows;
at times so dark it blinds.
Walk with the wounded
as your heart beats with theirs
the Heart that created every joy and sorrow
will comfort and caress.
for Ron, Tina, Anna, Nick
Robin, Carolyn, Jonathon, Stevie, Lucy
Noah and those who love him
the many Millers
Carolyn and her two bothers
Diane who saw Christmas wedded with grief
when a child went home
the priests who walk beside...
and my loved ones along the path.