The LORD comforts us so we can comfort others.

     There was a scar on yonder mountainside,

Gashed out where once the cruel storm had trod,

A barren, desolate chasm, reaching wide

Across the soft green sod.

But years crept by beneath the purple pines,

And veiled the scar with grass and moss once more,

And left it fairer now with flowers and vines

Then it had been before.

There was a wound once in a gentle heart,

From which life's sweetness seemed to ebb and die;

And love's confiding changed to bitter smart,

While slow, sad years went by.

Yet as they passed, unseen an angel stole

and laid a balm of healing on the pain,

Till love grew purer in the heart made whole,

And peace came back again.

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True Comfort