When We Sorrow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When we sorrow when we rail the yoke of our walk our struggles heavy sometimes seeming unjust yet God is ...
When we sorrow when we rail the yoke of our walk our struggles heavy sometimes seeming unjust yet God is ...
God finds us there already with us sharing our lives our pain, our struggles there beside us in the midst ...
In the words he didn't understand the pain they were suffering his hand upon their sorrow leading him to you ...
Yes, walking with our savior the one who healed the lame the one who suffered and died that we may ...
His life as our model through the pain, the struggles the crushing realities of life when there is nowhere else ...
Not asking for strength to push through the pain the struggles of our day to day the walk upon this ...
Not ready to say goodbye their lives loosed from this mortal coil going to return to our king before we ...
Maybe not the scripture the layers of God but understanding his struggles with trial on this earth Sometimes so daunting ...
Not in capriciousness the randomness of fate but when why has no answer how we all can truly relate Wondering ...
Feeling a sense of ache, pain something missing in this life a hole where there shouldn't be one not from ...
His grace alone sufficient our only hope in him otherwise the struggles more than we can handle walking here on ...
Hopefully not going as far as he did in the later chapters not pushing the creator so that He would ...
The symbol of the empty tomb joy on Easter morning not suffering alone Christ dying on the cross hanging in ...
In the garden at this hour Christ praying for strength though he was willing his flesh weak, seeking another way ...
Like the blood of Abel crying out from the earth his sweat like blood falling heavy to the ground His ...
The shroud of darkness over the earth the sun would not shine Christ hanging on the cross dying alone and ...
In the darkness of this hour hard to call this day Good for Christ died this afternoon nailed upon a ...
Praying that God would forgive me that his words would have full weight for I know not what I do ...
With Christ crucified humble, simple men the two thieves on the cross dying beside the Lord What they must have ...
Saying yes to the almighty humbly fulfilling, faithful to the plan of our loving God So was Mary before the ...
The perfume, the nard broken and poured on him her tears, her hair washing it over his skin the fragrance ...
My sin, my history bottled up within me a cancer growing eating at my soul A weight inside I carried ...
So much pain, so much crying the weight of that moment too much for him to bear We sitting, tired ...
The cries of our savior piercing the silence the long night of his suffering too much for him to take ...
Not racing, running not running away either journeying to the cross all these days of Lent Moving from his ministry ...
Grasping, yearning, humbly falling to our knees the depth of our understanding wanted to comprehend the meaning of Lent Christ's ...
Take this cup he cried out in pain knowing this future The crushing sorrow the suffering to come Strengthened by ...
The last day of his life Christ upon the earth from the covenant in the upper room to the pain ...
hearing her words in pain, at a loss wondering where to turn saying, "I give up", not knowing what to ...
Echoing the prayer he taught us in his pain, his agony sweat falling like blood Christ in the garden praying ...
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