Sorrow
by Barbara Philbrook

I'm filled with sorrow I just want to cry,
and haven't the slightest idea why.

There has been no bad news to get me down,
no one aggravating has come around.

The bills are paid the cupboard has food,
yet my ducts are full of tears straining to exude.

I feel that fullness in my chest,
such as when sadness comes due to some trial or test.

The family is healthy and all are doing fine,
there is nothing weighing heavy on my mind.

I can't explain it I am not about to try,
I just refuse to surrender to this urge to cry.

Instead I'll Praise My Lord thanking Him profusely,
for all the good He's done in me.

For all the good that has occurred in my life,
even the temptations trials and strife.

Heavenly Father my gratitude is so absolutely real,
I even Thank You for this sorrow I feel.

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