Grief and Comfort

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wept in grief on my way home,

My heart twisted with pain,

And each tear was reflected back

In little drops of rain.

 

Sometimes the grief sweeps over me

All I can do is cry

And hope that no one else can see

The teardrops in my eye.

 

The rain consoled me, wept with me,

While I needed to cry,

But, as my tears eased up, then ceased,

A rainbow touched the sky.

 

This life will not be free of tears,

It was not meant to be,

But I’m content that, when I cry,

You’ll be right there with me.

 

Matthew 5:4

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.