Return to Home Page Return to Anne Margetson Index A WORD OF COMFORT Just before the break of day, I heard a child cry, The air was still and warm, the sobs were heard By a parent listening though asleep, there to reply, To give comfort and to speak a kindly word. Running hard and fast, a child falls and hurts his knee, Worried hands stretch out, seeing what harm was done, Tears are dried and sore knees bathed carefully, An arm of comfort, a gentle word, then carry on the fun. Yet if there is no one there to comfort, no loving care. A child bereft of loved ones, only distrust and fear, Who can run in the darkness when real fear is there? Who can help a hurting child? Who can try to draw near? Can we find a child who needs a comforting word? Can we smile into sad eyes, or wipe away a tear? The Lord loves his children, every sigh is heard From a lonely child's aching heart. Can we be near? Help find the lonely or those bruised and in pain. Help give some comfort, please hear a silent prayer. If we find a sorrowing child and help him smile again, Help him find himself in love, Oh the joy we'll share. M Ann Margetson April 20 1999 ©