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 Griffin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/is-it-a-strange-thing/
