There can be sore and there can be pain Not all rain comes upon good ground Others can see yet we are not able Other can feel and were left numb Where is the sense in rest? Where am I to find some? Am I alone in this pain called love? Am I along in my sorrow, shame and regret? Yet I see, if only dimly and I sense if only a little I can feel if only some what That there is hope in tomorrows sun set Photo by James Kovin on Unsplash
Love, Faith and Hope