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        MENDING A BROKEN HEART
How can I manage with my broken heart? Sad as can be,
Hurting and in so much agony and full of utter misery,
Please Lord, help me find healing, what this that I can do?
Go out and serve with love and kindness your life through,

The voice was gentle, like the sound of the evening breeze
As it wafts it’s way through a deep forest of lofty trees,
It came into my broken heart so purposeful and clear,
Although it was not the words I really wanted to hear.

I phoned an old lonely friend invited her over for a meal,
And as I cooked the food my tender heart began to heal,
A little corner of my heart seemed to be in less pain,
With this simple little act I was beginning to heal again.

The hospital needed help so I went and volunteered,
Worked with the children, how quickly the hurt veered
From anguish and pain with each little patch of service,
To a total healing and being blessed with perfect bliss.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 15 November 2004
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