UNLESS WE KNOW THE VALLEYS

The ones who’ve walked on jagged stone
Can truly know of sorrow’s tears,
And cry for those who so sojourn
For they have felt life’s vicious sneers.

With words of comfort and of love,
They reach to help those in travail,
And lead them to the Lord above
Because they’ve walked this bloody trail.

It’s through the hurt that caring draws
And fills the heart with empathy,
And those who love care not the cause
For hearts that know feel sympathy.

Must our own feet hurt, cut and bleed
Before we feel a brother’s pain,
Or can’t we see a soul in need…
Until we too have known the rain?