'The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me;
He hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted.'
              Isaiah 6 1. 1.

My soul is wearied, 1 can find no rest
And my body aches with a growing crest;
Ah troubled waters, that will not subside
Drown within me this tumultuous tide.

Yet as 1 sink in the depths of grief,
1 hear the words that He did speak,
And my wearied soul climbs anew,
To claim the words that He spoke to you
So long ago Isaiah.

© Helen Catherine Cramer

March 1984

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