The Consoler

Psalms...it has got to be one of my favorite books of the Bible;

right up there with Ecclesiastes and Lamentations.

I wanted to share this passage as well as a poem

that goes along with it...

He healeth the broken in heart,

and bindeth up their wounds.

He telleth the number of the stars;

he calleth them all by their names.

(Ps. 147:3-4)

With His healing hand on a broken heart,

And the other on a star,

Our wonderful God views the miles apart,

And they seem not very far.

O it makes us cry - then laugh - then sing,

Tho' tis all beyond our ken;

He bindeth up wounds on that poor crushed thing,

And He makes it whole again.

Was there something shone from that healed new heart

Made the Psalmist think of stars --

That bright as the sun or the lightnings' dart,

Sped away past earthly bars?

In a low place sobbing by death's lone cart,

Then a flight on whirlwind's cars;

One verse is about a poor broken heart,

And the next among the stars.

There is hope and help for our sighs and tears,

For the wound that stings and smarts;

Our God is at home with the rolling spheres,

And at home with broken hearts.

(M.P. Ferguson)

This poem is from Springs in the Valley. I first read

it 3 years ago during a very trying time in my life.

It meant alot to me then...and I never want to

forget it.