Let me not live a life that's free From "the things" that draw me close to Thee For how can I ever hope to heal The wounds of others I do not feel If my eyes are dry and I never weep How do I know when the hurt is deep If my heart is cold and it never bleeds How can I tell what my brother needs For when my ears are deaf to the beggar's plea, And we close our eyes and refuse to see And we steel our hearts and harden our mind, And we count it a weakness whenever we're kind, We are no longer following The Father's Way Or seeking His guidance from day to day For, without "crosses to carry" and "burdens to bear," We dance through a life that is frothy and fair, And "chasing the rainbow" we have no desire For "roads that are rough" and "realms that are higher" So spare me no heartache or sorrow, dear Lord, For the heart that is hurt reaps the richest reward, And God enters the heart that is broken with sorrow As He opens the door to a brighter tomorrow For only through tears can we recognize The suffering that lies in another's eyes. Author: Helen Steiner Rice Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God ( 2 Corinthians 1:3,4 ) Page By New Bern, North Carolina rickmoore_cruise2000@yahoo.com         Please Visit My Homepage And Sign My Guestbook Credits and Graphics Country Manor Designs Becky's Page You Too Must Weep 07-11-04