John. 14:18.

 



I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you.

John. 14;18



Thy comfort comes in many ways


To ease the pain of many days


When bereft I feel so low


on hope I want to just let go.


Come to me this day, Divine,


And let me see thy glory shine;


And if the dull gray clouds remain –


I’ll seek for joy in what’s mundane.








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