The Comforter

I woke this morning, 2 a.m.

To cries echoing down the hall

The house was dark, and dark the room

From where my son did call

His fear was real, and he did weep

And did resist my gentle touch

A dream, said I, and not to fear

Your soul is safe, and we are here

But still the truth to no avail

Did fall upon his little ears

And flailing out, he wept anew

My comfort could not stay the tears

And so I took the little lad

To hold him struggling near my heart

And sang a mighty song of old

Of joy and truth and beauty told

And when the fear did fade away

And slumber filled his heavy eyes

I thought of my own desperate fight

With dreams and sorrows of the night

And how my Savior, ever true

Did come to me to bid me rest

And gently led my anxious heart

To trust and to receive His best

(Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened,

and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you

and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble

in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.

Matthew 11:28-29, NIV)

By Vic Lortz


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