Thursday, December 9

A Song

I wrote a tune to this poem a long time ago.
I was very sad when I did it.

He healeth the broken in heart
 and bindeth up their wounds
He telleth the number of the stars
He calleth them all by their names
There is hope and help for our sighs and tears
For the wound that stings and smarts
Our God is at home with the rolling spheres
And at home with broken hearts...........
One verse is about a poor broken heart
And the next among the stars
And the next among the stars
M.P. Ferguson

(I changed some lines around to make it musical)


Psalm 147:3,4
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.

1 comment:

Angel said...

thank you for sharing, isn't He amazing?