Sunday, April 02, 2006

In Memory of Daniel Wayne Good

When Sorrow Comes
By Edgar Guest

When sorrow comes, as come it must,
In God a man must put his trust,
There is not power in mortal speech
The anguish of the soul to reach,
No voice, however sweet and low,
Can comfort him or ease the blow.

He cannot from his fellowmen
Take strength that will sustain him then,
With all that kindly hands will do,
And all that love may offer too,
He must believe throughout the test
That God has willed it for the best.

We who would be his friends are dumb;
Words from our lips but feebly come;
We feel, as we extend our hands,
That one power only understands,
That truly knows the reason why
So beautiful a soul must die.