They say "To love is to see the face of God" my friend.
I hold your hand and ask you to pray that the pain will end,
For it is 2 in the morning and the agony is too great.
Yet you remind me it’s up to our Father, and upon Him we must wait.
Each little movement causes you to grimace, the pain is so real,
But you understand that every hurt, in time, Christ will heal.
Your face is serene and your countenance is so calm,
And it is you that comforts me with my hand in your palm.
The peace that you radiate despite the aching that is within
Reminds me of He who lived and died without sin.
I can’t help but think of Christ who suffered to the end,
For truly I see the face of God within you, my friend.
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