Each person has his sorrows
  And knows his heart’s own grief,

Each person has his sorrows
   And knows his heart’s own grief,
But sometimes in a fellow
   We gain a slight relief.

We find a kindred spirit,
   And don’t feel quite alone,
And thank the One great Giver
   Whose love thereby is shown.

But life is always changing,
   And comforts rarely last.
They come and stay a season
   That all too soon is past.

And every earthly friendship,
   The deepest and most blessed,
Is fraught with human weakness,
   And temporal at best.

But God is always constant,
   He doesn’t turn or shift.
In Him there is no shadow,
   Though changed may be His gift.

In all the varied seasons
   He sends us from above,
His faithfulness won’t waver,
   And we can trust His love.

~ Nita Brainard

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