I am always amazed when it appears.  For the greater part of my life I never even knew it was.

It is a pain that does not have words, even from the one who has it.  Instead it is audibly expressed in sighs and moans.  There are no words given to men to describe its origin.

The heart aches, and there is no medicinal cure.  The pain remains, though there is short lived relief.

Doors are barred shut!  Pride takes his stance against humility.  Wounded and hardened hearts refuse the salve that can heal them.

This remedy I carry.  Yet who will even ask?  And when it is offered it is refused without thought.  An up right palm says “;No”.

If even one asks and receives there are billions more waiting.  So it was with the Lord, so it is with him now, so it is with me.