OK, I’d thought I’d post a poem. I want to post some other things too, but I don’t want to post too long a text. Here is a poem I wrote for a family that recently lost a loved-one.


 Sometimes He Says Nothing


by Jarod Hinton, 2006




If I had words to speak just now that would your comfort bring,


I would not cease to make them known and ease your sorrowing.


But such a song does not exist, ‘least one of which I know,


For only to our Lord’s dear side for comfort can we go.


He knows the words, and speaks the truth, our hearts do yearn to hear.


His wisdom, grace, and strength do find the way to ease our tears.


But even he at times speaks not, and his presence only gives;


And stands beside us near at hand while our grief and sorrow live.


And while we weep, and mourn our loss another sound we hear.


The soft, sweet weeping of the Lord as he stands beside us near.


For he does know the hurt and pain. He’s acquainted with our grief.


He is familiar with the times when pain finds no relief.


So throw yourself upon his love. Weep freely in his breast.


There is no friend so close as he, and his comfort is the best.

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