JESUS IS HER EVERYTHING

In my suffering without Him,

Enriched, on her perfect soul,

She ceased to sing–

Yield the blue,

beloved air,–

And that’s when she found Jesus,

my eyes on the rising sun:

Before I came to a

perfect change of time,

Each day to sing

Return the song that

your true voice

again;

It fell back upon her face

,

Jesus Is her everything

His eyes like a perfect

judge in time,

whispered my look

through the dark

night,

Lisped in her spirit and body

Laid my honest eyes

away;

Last night she felt like she

Passed behind a

year,

Lisped in her hand a

low voice,

She heard Him whisper, she heard Him say,

I Am Jesus, I am your light,

And I am

your  

everything.

Find Comfort In Him

When sorrows come and fill our hearts with pain,

And tears flow freely down our cheeks like rain,

We turn to God, our source of strength and light,

And find in Him the comfort that we seek.

For though we may not understand His ways,

We trust in Him throughout our darkest days,

Knowing that He works all things for our good,

And gives us hope where none before had stood.

So let us mourn, but not as those without,

For in Christ, all our sorrows are cast out,

And in His resurrection, we find power

To face tomorrow, no matter the hour.

For grief is but a part of life's great story,

And those who trust in God will find His glory,

As He turns mourning into dancing joys,

And fills our hearts with peace that never fades or destroys.