Is it a strange thing, <br />When my heart cannot sing, <br />When my soul is filled with fear, <br />When my eyes shed many a tear? <br /> <br />Is it a strange thing, <br />When my worries to God I bring, <br />When joy is turned to sorrow, <br />When its difficult to face tomorrow? <br /> <br />Is it a strange thing, <br />When trouble hurts as a sting, <br />When my heart is broken in dearth, <br />When my spirit is cast down to earth? <br /> <br />No, its not a strange thing at all, <br />As long as on Him my soul shall call, <br />Who shall wipe away each tear, <br />Who shall calm every fear. <br /> <br />It is a strange thing not to rest, <br />In Him, of Whom our spirits are blest, <br />The Healer of the broken heart, <br />Who, in all our sorrows has a part.<br /><br />GENE GRIFFIIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/is-it-a-strange-thing-2/
