Another poem by my great grandmother.
Comfort
Art thou downcast? One can make thee glad,
Art thou afflicted? There is healing to be had,
In the fount of living waters,
For God’s weary sons and daughters,
There is life and health and peace,
For the flowing doth not cease.
It meets our every cry of need
In God’s blest Word, do we not read?
“With joy shall ye draw near the brink
And of His love, ye deep shall drink,”
For Jesus feels for those who weep,
Has he not borne our sorrows deep?
Art thou tired? There’s a rest remaining,
Hast thou sinned? There’s a sacrifice, lift up thy head,
Christ in the glory still is watching thee,
He never will forsake the one for whom He bled.
Lily Orr.
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