Memorials

BEFORE YOU CAN DRY ANOTHER'S TEARS

Let me not live a life that's free
From THE THINGS that draw me colse to THEE-
For how can I ever hope to heal
The wounds of others I do not feel-
If my eyes are dry and I never weep,
How do I know when the hurt is deep-
If my heart is cold and it never bleeds,
How can I tell what my brother needs-
For without "crosses to carry" and "burdens to bear",
We dance through a life that is frothy and fair,
And "chasing the rainbow" we have no desire
For "roads that are rough" and "realms that are
higher"-So spare me no heartache or sorrow, dear Lord,
For the heart that is hurt reaps the richest reward,
And God enters the heart that is broken with sorrow
As He opens the door to a BRIGHTER TOMORROW,
For only through tears can we recognize
The suffering that lies in another's eyes.

Helen Steiner Rice

In Memory of Christian