COMFORTER
When thy flowers their colors loose
And thy leaves are green no more
When thy grasses wither and pales
In the midst He's nigh to thee
For to thee so grieved at heart
And unto thee so far from smiles,
Hath He chosen to be nearer,
That thy soul wouldst never quiver
Into His hands, thou hath He gathered
Thy withering heart to Himself nearer
That in His Love thou might be kept
Well nurtured and brought to wholeness
His plans for thee always so perfect
That in His will thou wouldest flourish
Though there be nothing to keep thee smiling
A balm of love He is to thee
Completely hath He vowed His life to thee
As a friend closer than a brother
And a Lord caring than a master
Mending thy life His utmost goal
Therefore our healing doth remain His focus
That we might heal and be made whole
And though our lives in paleness sink
He restores the beauty therein
Our shattered pieces He doth gather
Mending the fractures of our past
Upon our lives His beauty shines
Turning our wild forests into tranquil gardens.
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Amidst falling autumn leaves, thy comforter abides with thee. For the Lord heals every broken heart and upholds every broken life turned to Him.
Psalm 34:18- “The Lord is high unto them, that are of a broken heart... ”
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