Sorrow Stretches the Heart
Oh, sorrow come and stretch my heart
That joy the more may enter in.
Let all my senses grieve each loss
So Christ may come and dwell therein.
Make me alert to others pain
To honor it and be for them
A Christ-like presence in their midst
To bring them back to peace gain.
Oh, sorrow come as surely T'will
And open all our hearts to grace
For only in our brokenness
Can we find Christ's own human face.
Be still my soul and rest in Him
And steep in all He offers thee
Then carry forth His warm embrace
In healing others
You'll healed be,
2003
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