U R NOT 2 B COMPARED WITH ANOTHER~ U R INCOMPARABLE U R MY MOTHER ****************
When sorrow comes, as come it must,
In God a woman must place her trust.
There is no power in mortal speech
The anguish of her soul to reach,
No voice, however sweet and low,
Can comfort her or ease the blow.
She can’t from her woman kind
Take strength that will sustain her then.
With all that kindly hands will do,
And all that love may offer, too,
She must believe throughout the test
That God has willed it for the best.
We who would be her friends are dumb;
Words from our lips but feebly come;
We feel, as we extend our hands,
That one Power only understands
And truly knows the reason why
So beautiful a soul must die.
We realize how helpless then
Are all the gifts of mortal men.
No words which we have power to say
Can take the sting of grief away
That Power which marks the sparrow's fall
Must comfort and sustain us all.
When sorrow comes, as come it must,
In God, a man must place her trust.
With all the wealth which he may own,
He cannot meet the test alone,
And only he may stand serene
Who has a faith on which to lean.
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