When you think your heart is broken,
And your very soul seems crushed,
When the darkness closes 'round you,
And the voice of God seems hushed,
Lift your eyes toward the heavens,
Toward the vastness that is there,
Tell your troubles to your Maker,
He will understand and care.
Others sick have drowned their sorrow,
Struggled onward to success,
There's a chance with each tomorrow,
Face about, He'll do the rest.
Elizabeth Greer Waite
(Quoted from the book I Serve the God of Miracles: 80 years of the Miraculous by Edith Ward Heflin)
God bless,
2 comments:
Hullo dear Sarah ah truly we are not as the LORD Jesus who sweated as it were great drops of blood in His great testing and He cried: "Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani - My God My god Why hast Thou forsaken Me? then we could have reason to have true sorrow of heart - but God understands the length and depth and breadth of our burdens even better than we do praise His Name. How I love Him thanks dear Sarah - Lord bless,
Shaz.xx
Dear Sarah,
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. It is very encouraging, and like Shaz said, our Saviour suffered so much agony, He knows our sorrows and weaknesses, and is able to save to the uttermost those who come to God through Him. I praise His name!
In His love,
Joy
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