A few emails came through the inbox today, from dear friends who know how to love and encourage. One is grieving, the other knows that road well. These two ladies also speak the language of music in ways I can only dream of.
And so the words to this song were sent along, They were intended to comfort another, but the truth can't help but spill over and encourage anyone in its path.
Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish,
Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,
“Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.”
Here see the Bread of Life, see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above.
Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.
To hear a sample click here.
And for the record: when I get to heaven, I sure hope I can sing like Roberta Flack.