Remembering My Sweet, Brave Friend

Hymns have words when we don’t, and I’ve been living in these words lately: Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish;Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel;Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;Earth has no sorrow that heav’n cannot heal. Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure,HereContinue reading “Remembering My Sweet, Brave Friend”