Balm for the Weary

Balm for the Weary

 

When my spirit's sad and weary is there any where to go?

When my heart is bruised and broken is there anyone who knows?

 

Streams of mercy still are flowing for each pilgrim in his plight.

Jesus healed the sick and weary, gave the blind man back his sight.

 

My Father feels my every heartache and helps me through life's woes.

He wraps His arms around me and protects me from all foes.

 

He in whose presence my soul takes delight,

On whom in affliction I call...

 

My comfort by day, and my song in the night...

My Hope!  My Salvation!  My All!

 

Bonnie Marie

&

Hildur Holmstrom Dolfin

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(Written from 2 of my mother's pieces of Prose)
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