In the Valley of Tomorrow
by Carol G. Oliver
If I could but talk to Him
Oh, the favors I would plead,
But I must be content to walk with Him,
And follow where He would lead.
Yet, still my silent heart cries out
And to my humble ears remains a shout,
Heal them Oh Lord release them from pain.
Just when my efforts seem so in vain
A quiet answer fills my soul
One day, my child, the pain will cease
The lame, the wicked, the tortured will be whole,
And they will hold an eternal lease
To the valley of tomorrow,
Where a weary heart bears no sorrow.
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II Thessalonians 2: l6 ~ 17
Now may our Lord Jesus Christ Himself, and our God
and Father, who has loved us and given us everlasting
consolation and good hope by grace, comfort our hearts
and establish you in every good word and work
Published 1988 in the National Library of Poetry. It was published On the Threshold of a Dream(Library of Congress)
Just a note: I am a Registered Nurse helped to establish a Hospice and have been trained especially to care for the dying. This was written for my Grandmother whom I adored.
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