The heart that hears and understands
With tenderness the pain,
In caring, shares revealing scars
To help me bear the strain.
Compassion’s mark is found on those
Who suffering have met;
I trace their kindness in their words,
As well as courage set.
Those who have been through fire’s blaze
Shine bright to those who need
Tempered, proved, extended light
To show the way indeed.
Bruised lives our Savior gently holds
While storm around us breaks;
He knows the grief within our thoughts,
The ache that sorrow makes.
He calls His own to comfort those
Within affliction’s hour—
To share His mercies from the past,
That they may trust His power.
When falters hope, and fears break through,
By friends I know His grace;
You know my path—you’ve walked it, too;
In you I see His face.
©2006, 2010 Iwana Carpenter
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Read 2 Corinthians 1:1-11.