When the world’s weight rests on top the weary wounded what
have they to do?
Climb higher on the wire up towards heaven’s view.
With words they weep for the afflicted,
for they know affliction.
And in their pain, songs of mercy sing.
So you there; lost in the maze and craze, darkness above and below,
didn’t you know?
Those songs were song for you.
5 thoughts on “Song of the Afflicted”
So beautiful, Deb! I have no words. This simply speaks to my heart and fills me with thankfulness. ❤ and huge hugs to you!
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What do you mean you have no words? I have never known you to not have words. Your words, Lynn, always bless, always comfort, always heal.
This really moves me, Deb. Thank you for encouraging us to climb higher to heaven’s view when the weight of weariness and woundedness weighs us down. Love and hugs to you!
Gentle and lovely!
Happy valentines day.
Simple, beautiful and so inspiring. Thank you for this post. Happy Valentines Day.