Blowing wind stay outside; your chill and cold I can't abide. My eyes see bare tree branches bent by stiff winds, while I sit in toasty warmth sending nice letters to friends. This home is blessed. Thank You Lord! BUT. . .
While I sit in comfort with good memories of a merry Christmas, there are some who lost homes to fire, loved ones to death. Mourning pierces their souls, sickens their insides, pains their spirits. Suffering bows heads as tears course down pail cheeks. In the contentment of my soul, seeps discontent and sorrow, for how can I sit here in peace in a world of hurt?
What can I do about it? Jesus, You came to bring comfort to the mourning and healing to the sick. Jesus, You are the answer, only many do not know it, and so their suffering goes on and on. Jesus, in this New Year allow me to help more people discover You, for You bring solace for our sorrows, shoulders to bear our burdens; You bring joy and blessing into our life, and in death You take us into a glorious eternity. You are the answer!