Her Cry
No-one understands, dear Lord,
My heaviness of soul,
The sickness that has crippled me,
The yearning for console.
No-one understands, dear Lord,
My loneliness, despair,
As I battle private woes,
Not a sign of care.
No-one understands, dear Lord,
What I crave fulfilled.
Human comfort has not once
My great heart-ache stilled.
No-one understands but Thee,
Comforter and Friend.
Ah, what bliss to find at last,
Thou didst understand.
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