New International Version (NIV)
14 But you, God, see the trouble of the afflicted;
you consider their grief and take it in hand.
The victims commit themselves to you;
you are the helper of the fatherless.
Tells a lot
As it sits at the foot
Of the father’s plot
Lost in birth
Now I am one
There is no air
I cannot breathe
The loss too great
My heart’s bereaved
Oh take me now
My Lord above
My life is dashed
From the lack of love
©2017 by William Pierce
Comfort those who grieve the loss of a loved one. No matter the reason, please ease their pain. Let them find rest in Your unending grace.
Thank You, Lord for being with us when there seems to be no blessing. When the pain seems to be too great. In You is our hope and our strength.
In the name of Him who heals our every hurt and dries our every tear.