Brokenhearted

I saw a broken man today
with sadness in his heart.
His eyes were filled with so much pain
as grief tore him apart.

I reached out for his shaking hands
and asked if I could pray.
He wiped the tears that stained his face
and said it'd be okay.

I told him God had sent me here
to comfort him this day.
And so it was, God healed his heart
when we began to pray.

Books by Kristine Stanton

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