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As stress of chronic ills shadow my heart
'Mid struggles to endure, I need a friend. When hope's oft fragile seams are ripped apart, I need someone to help to heal and mend. Friend, I ask that you be careful how you speak. I know enough of medicines and pain. To be a part of life is what I seek. I long for health restored and strength regained. Speak to me of life's ordinary things, Of children's lives, of love's simplicities, Of planting time and the burgeoning Spring, Of fragrant blooming flowers and budding trees. Even better, speak words to me of Him Who promises that life is more than pain, Whose Light dispels the gloom of shadows dim, Whose power restores the weak to strength again. Yes, speak to me of Him. |
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by: Diane F. Thompson (Febuary 26, 2001) |
