Friday, July 25, 2014

The Things They Carried

Until friends share, they come to me unknown.
Then sometimes I hear stories so horrible,
The words would singe the printed page.
How do I make space for healing?

Thanks be to God, I have a space.
Thanks be to God, Jesus is the healer.
When friends hurt, I can point to him,
And he takes and carries the hurt.

Even so, come, Lord Jesus.

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