The Other Day I Heard a Song

The other day I heard a song, a song I already knew,

And yet it struck me in the heart with message strong and true.

She stood there singing by herself about God’s loving plans,

And though I’d heard this song before, I wiped tears with both hands.

For she had watched her child die a slow and lingering death,

Yet joy resided in her eyes like no one else I’ve met.

And then I thought within my heart, “My trials are small and vain.

I’ve lost no children of my own; have I right to complain?”

Remember this next time you think your burdens are too heavy,

The Potter’s hand is perfect still, his hand is ever steady.

Each one of us a burden bears that’s different from each other’s,

Yet His command is still the same: to help bear one another’s.