the hurting

There is hope for the hurting For whom Christ they are serving Misfortune undeserving With trials so disturbing No promises of relief No assurance they’ll be brief Even if Christ they believe And forgiveness they receive Is this meant to be a joke? At misfortune do I poke? Have I now, now have...

He’s hurting, he’s crying, No tears on outside. He’s injured, he’s stirring, All now kept inside. He’s failing for words To say all that he feels. He cannot express, Cannot make his appeals. His outside is inside, Trapped now in his skin, Knows not where to turn, And his faith’s wearing thin...