The one who’s walked on
jagged stone,
Can truly know of
sorrow’s tears,
And cry for those who so
sojourn,
For you have felt life’s
vicious sneers.
With words of comfort and
of love,
You reach to help those
in travail,
And lead them to the Lord
above,
Because you’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.
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