Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Wayfaring Stranger
Wayfaring Stranger by Unknown
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While traveling thru this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger
in that bright world to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my way is rough and steep
Yet beauteous fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed their vigils keep
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
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I wanted to leave a comment on a recent post so you would see it. I actually found your site because of your "Tired of being sorry" from july13 09. I just wanted to tell you that very loving people tend to suffer more hurt. I can identify with some of the things you say, although I am a guy. I have wanted just simple sit on a rock and watch the sun set kind of times to help me feel loved. It never seems to happen. I don't many men and women ever find the right way to express their emotional needs to eachother. It means stomach turning frustration, but we have to get through it. We have to keep trying to express who we are and how we feel. Helping others brings a different kind of love in return. Nonsexual relationship kind, rather the I'm really glad you are here and I am happy knowing you care about me kind. It fills some gaps and is a needed part of life for a loving person. We will never get everything we need emotionally from one other person. It is hard to believe sometimes or maybe most of the time, but God loves you and will send help if you ask. While your at it, ask God to help me too. Now I have to take a shower and go to bed alone, because I have work tomorrow. I hope this helps you when you feel down. It helped me to write it.
I think this is a beautiful comment... I am glad you found this page and I hope it helps... and yes I'll pray for you too...
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