A Secret Sorrow

I have a secret sorrow,
A grief deep down inside,
Where large and heavy burdens,
In tiny places hide.

There are no doors nor windows
To meet another's eye,
For no one understands it,
Except my Lord and I.

The times of bitter anguish,
With Him alone I spend,
For in this place of suffering,
He is my only Friend.

And here I fight great battles
With deadly, inner foes;
Yet all the raging conflict,
None other truly knows.

But, oh, what consolations!
What comforts rare and sweet,
Christ gives His careworn children,
Where peace and sorrow meet!

What largeness of security,
To stand within God's hand,
That formed the mighty mountains,
And all the heavens spanned!

To think! The King of glory,
At God's right hand on high,
Is filled with tender pity,
For such a one as I.

By Mary Van Nattan Stephens
May be used unaltered.

Psalm 103:13 Like as a father pitieth his children,
so the LORD pitieth them that fear him.
14 For he knoweth our frame; he
remembereth that we are dust.