Sunday, September 16, 2007

MY SWEET COMFORTER



O My Sweet Comforter, when I am suffering, You are the balm upon my aching soul, Dear Lord Of All Healing. You will preserve me, when I lift mine eyes up unto the hills, and call upon you for help.
You are always near, when I call upon Your name,O God......
For only You will hear my cry and save me. Lift me out of this painful pit,O God, or grant me mercy, to endure it's sharp and piercing edges. Shelter me under the covering of Your safe and abiding wings, sweet Lord.
Only in that way,sweet Lord, will the suffering be tempered with Your sweet presence and abiding joy, and I can live with that.....
Becky






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