Someone is in deep sorrow tonight, at this same moment. He is standing in a quiet hospital room and weeping in the arms of another. For somebody, who has a soul, somebody near and dear to him has slipped into eternity, maybe a father, mother or even a wife. This precise moment this man is feeling great fear for the future. A future without a father or wife seems suddenly so uncertain. Later tonight, he will be lying restless in his bed trying to deal with the fleeting days of this life. So here I am, unable to see the needs of others...so consumed with my own days and time while this man is hurting and needs hope.
Here I am, walking through a puddle of trials, consumed with the mud on my pants, while this man drowns in an ocean of troubles. What have I said to the hurting? Nothing, and I know the One who has the answers and who has the hope...
Will we, who have hope, tell this man?
Here I am, walking through a puddle of trials, consumed with the mud on my pants, while this man drowns in an ocean of troubles. What have I said to the hurting? Nothing, and I know the One who has the answers and who has the hope...
Will we, who have hope, tell this man?
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