The Comforter

Lyndis Smith

As I wandered in that valley

Called “The Depths of Deep Despair”

I heard a gentle whisper,

“Child, don’t think I do not care.

But sometimes you must suffer

To help your Spirit grow,

Believe me dearest daughter

I have been there and I know

Of the loneliness and anguish,

Of a life too sorrow-prone,

But, remember precious daughter

You need never be alone.

I will always try to help you,

Your burden I will share

If only you will let me,

just ask and I’ll be there.”

All at once my burden lightened

And my heart began to heal

As I knelt to ask for courage

To endure my cruel ordeal.

Then love and warmth enfolded me

And I went upon my way

With The Comforter beside me

To help me through each day.