Sorrow is our John the Baptist, clad in grim garments, with rough arms, a son of the wilderness, baptizing us with bitter tears, preaching repentance; and behind him comes the gracious, affectionate, healing Lord, speaking peace and joy to the soul.  –Huntington


Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
— Percy Shelley, poet (1792 – 1822)


For each thorn, there’s a rosebud…
For each twilight–a dawn…
For each trial–the strength to carry on.
For each stormcloud–a rainbow…
For each shadow–the sun…
For each parting–sweet memories
When sorrow is done.


Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, sleep in peace. God is awake.
— Victor Hugo, French poet, novelist and statesman (1802 – 1885)


I know the hurt is keen today,
I know the loss is great,
But what if you should go away
With no one there to wait?
And oh how lonely Heaven would be
If all you loved were here
And there was none you longed to see
To welcome you, my dear!
If God had spared you every blow
Which comes to us on earth,
Had shielded you from every woe
And filled your years with mirth
And then at last He bade you leave
Your place above to find;
Throughout eternity you’d grieve
For those you’d left behind.
-Edgar A. Guest



The Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces
He will swallow up death for ever, the Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces, and the reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth; for the Lord has spoken.

It will be said on that day, “Lo, this is our God; we have waited for him, that he might save us. This is the Lord; we have waited for him; let us be glad and rejoice in his salvation.”

Thou dost keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee, because he trusts in thee. Trust in the Lord for ever, for the Lord is an everlasting rock.
— Isaiah 25: 8-9, 26: 3-4


His Journey’s Just Begun
Don’t think of him as gone away

his journey’s just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.

Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.

Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.

And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched…
for nothing loved is ever lost
and he was loved so much.
— Ellen Brenneman


After each storm comes sunshine,
After the darkness, light,
After the winter’s dreary cold
come blossoms fair and white,
Surely, it is God’s wisdom
That, after an aching heart,
There shall be life eternal
Where loved ones never part!


Hope in God
As the deer pants for streams of water,

so my soul pants for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.

When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
while men say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”

Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Saviour and my God.

By day Lord directs his love,
at night his song is with me –
a prayer to the God of my life.
— Psalm 42: 1-3, 5, 8


Here, I walk in valleys of shadow,
Where my faith is pressured to dim;
But He seeks me out in the darkness
And keeps me on walking with Him

It is joy just to be in His presence,
Where all fears and sadness erase,
He upholds and strengthens my spirit,
And I know the deep Well of His grace.

But He bids me give unto others,
Part of that which He’s given to me,
And to spread Divine love of His presence
Until every captive is free.

For those on His heart every moment,
He wants me to ceaselessly pray;
And to share His Word and assurance,
To all whom I meet in the Way.
— Reta Faiers