Monday, August 9, 2010

My Own Small Sorrows

My own small sorrows can never begin
To compare with the sorrow You bore
My own small sorrows are the out-come of sin
The sin for which Your blood did pour

My own small sorrows are merely a cross
Which someday I will gladly lay down
Exchanging my own small sorrows and loss
For the reward of heaven’s crown

My own small sorrows put a tear on my cheek
Yours put a spear in Your side
Thorns on Your brow yet Your Spirit was meek
As for my small sorrows You died

My own small sorrows help me to recall
The gift You have given freely
Yes, my sorrows are incredibly small
In the light of Your love for me

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Janet Martin

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