Wounded



There are those whose hearts are breaking
From the pain of this cruel world.
The path they were forced to trod,
Put their life in a constant whirl.

The pain will blind their judgment,
They won't know which way to turn.
They're wandering in a desert,
Sweet relief is what they yearn.

Dear Lord, I ask that you apply
A soothing balm to their wounded soul.
May the scar that forms around their heart
Make it stronger by ten fold.

As the blinding pain is lifted
May they see your gentle face.
Please give them strength to carry on,
May their soul be new and fresh.


Arlene I love you and hope this will all be resolved soon.
May you find comfort in the Father's arms.
Love,
Anna Mae
Copyright April 5, 2002

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