The night is done
The day has come
The dreaded day
My mind is numb-with words that won't come
To ease your pain
My heart is hurting for you, my daughter
My tears flow because yours do
I can't make it all better
Like when you were a little girl
But I know One who can
He can lift your spirit, calm your mind
Dry your tears, alleviate your fears
He will be your friend, your provider
Your deliverer, your defender
He can hear your heart cries
And tell you it will all be better
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort." 2Cor. 1:3
I love you, dearest
I will do all I can to make this time easier for you.
Mum
