Alone in weeping ore one’s own trials
Who was there to comfort by way of smiles?
Amidst the dark and gloom of defeat
Who was there to guide thy feet?
When it seemed that no one cared
Who was there with love to share?
And when the breaking of heart was too much,
Someone came with that splendid touch!
While life’s road took turns and hills
Who was there with strength to fill?
Could it be at times one’s will to live ~
Struggles and grief was all could give?
Could one’s perception of trials and grief
Be clouded with delusion of desired relief?
When now and then caused one’s own shame
From wrong decisions one is only to blame?
Kathy J Snow©
Psalm 103 : 13-14
The Lord is like a father to his children,
tender and compassionate to those who fear him.
For he knows how weak we are;
he remembers we are only dust. (NLT)