I’m Honored

It breaks my heart when I sense others in pain.

I can feel it as if it was my own.

I don’t know why I’ve been allowed to feel so deeply but thank you Lord if this is from you.

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I see others pain in their eyes, I feel it in their words – I watch their mannerisms andd I just seem to know.

Why is it so evident to me and yet am I meant to feel and watch this or it is a gift and I shouldn’t question.

I wont ask questions then.

I know the answer somehow.

It is an opportunity to pray for them, to shed real tears for them, to lift them up to you Lord.

It is an honor I’ve been given to sense and feel these things, so that I can lift their name up to the heavens.

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What is frustrating for me is that there are so any times I wish I could jump in for them and say I’m here and I cry for you or I hurt for you but I may not even know them. I’ve only observed .

Some times I wish I could say I am here to pray for you but would they think that strange?

So I just take it on in my silence and lift them up on my way.

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It breaks my heart when I sense others in pain.

I can feel it as if it was my own.

I don’t know why I’ve been allowed to feel so deeply but thank you Lord, I know you honored me and this is from you.

sg