Thursday, 9 April 2020


If your way is fresh and bright,
If your way is dank and strange,
If you move from gloom to light
His compassions never change.

Though the way ahead seems dark,
Though the foe seems to prevail,
Or you’re buoyant as a lark
His compassions never fail.

When oppressions press the brain,
When you need a heavenly Friend,
When your heart is full of pain
His compassions never end.

Written during the illness of my sister-in-law Liz: with Christ 12/12/2005 (aged 41)


  1. Thanks for sharing your talent here with us. I've been reading through several and this one really touched me. His compassions never end!

    1. Thank you: it's a comfort through the current crisis.


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