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
1998