A Soft Place To Rest The Head
When All Is Weary and Torn
Soft body wash to wash the feet
When one has been suffering
Someone to hold you in loving arms
When you have been crying alone
Some flowers and candles to cheer you up
When you feel disheartened
People who go to doctors come home sick
And suffering leads us to the kingdom of heaven
After long hours of abrasion let there be peace
An end to all the suffering
Let light appear where there was none
And all things snuggly warm
Let there be mashed potatoes with butter
And corn and cheese soup
Let you fill your little belly
And never feel afraid
When you are scared the heavens shake
And little children know the price you pay
Oh suffering has peace at close of day
In this you can rely
No darkness so dark without an end
One day your suffering becomes a banquet
Oh live, little one, Oh live
In Jesus' Name,
Amen