Sorrowful, Yet Always Rejoicing

A Poem of Thanksgiving in Uncertain Times (2020)


By J. Aaron White


When morning light greets smiling eyes,

When clouds and shadows crowd the skies,

His Word remains – the dead will rise.

Blessed be the name of the Lord!


When joy is weighed by ounce not pound,

When blood and tears caress the ground,

All elect by him are found.

Blessed be the name of the Lord!


When astride a horse of white,

Providence brings divine delight,

Messiah’s praises fill the night.

Blessed be the name of the Lord!


When arrives a horse of black,

With malice cold the beasts attack,

Saints satisfied yet suffer lack.

Blessed be the name of the Lord!


When dread and hope at Calvary meet,

They diffuse a fragrance sweet,

Like spikenard on a Savior’s feet.

Blessed be the name of the Lord!


When lonely, pressed, harassed, and grim,

When flowers sway in summer winds,

All are preaching, “Run to him!”

Blessed be the name of the Lord!

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