At the ragged edge of sorrow
Where old memories live on,There the heart longs for tomorrow,
Although yesterday’s not gone.
It is in such empty places
That the brokenhearted dwell,
Striving to slip free the traces
Of their spirit crushing hell.
All the long years of their grieving
Will give way in time to peace,
But for now, there’s no believing
Sorrow will give them surcease.
Hold them, Lord, within Your stillness,
Heal their broken, tortured hearts.
Hopelessness becomes an illness,
But, in You, true healing starts.
Psalm 34:18
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
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