Her Cry


No-one understands, dear Lord,
      My heaviness of soul,
The sickness that has crippled me,
      The yearning for console.

No-one understands, dear Lord,
      My loneliness, despair,
As I battle private woes,
      Not a sign of care.

No-one understands, dear Lord,
      What I crave fulfilled.
Human comfort has not once
      My great heart-ache stilled.

No-one understands – but Thee,
      Comforter and Friend.
Ah, what bliss to find at last,
      Thou didst understand.

~Jenny Daniel

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