True Healing Comes From Above
She cried herself to sleep,
for her sister she did weep.
But the Lord knew her pain,
and removed her red stain.
He embraced her grief all night,
wiped her tears and held her tight.
When she woke the next morn’
the Lord held her as she mourned.
Deep pain comes from loss of love,
but true healing comes from above.
October 4, 2016
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016
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