A passing

Lord, our hearts are broken

First the shock
Then a dull ache
We, who knew her little
How much more the stabs of pain
Searing through her family
Minute after minute
Lord, we know not why
Tears well up, they
fall

Habakkuk 3:17-18

17 Though the fig tree does not bud
    and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
    and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
    and no cattle in the stalls,
18 yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
    I will be joyful in God my Savior.


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