The pain of the world


The pain of those who suffer          I hold in my heart. The discouragement of those who struggle, the despair of those who see no hope          I hold in my heart. The weariness of the poor, The loneliness of the refugee,          I hold in my heart. The fear of the abused, the sorrow of the condemned          I hold in my heart. The weight of the cross          I hold in my heart.

As we share the burden          shoulder to shoulder I feel the hands of Christ on mine:          such love, such love. I hold the heart of Christ in mine,          and my own burden vanishes. The tears of the sorrowful I bear,          and I am borne.


__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light

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