able comfort

Come for the table,

We wait your arrive

For you are able,

In you only

is life.

Comfort the able,

In troubles they find

They yet are feeble

In you only

is life

Come for the hurting

and comfort their pain

In you, and only

are arms opened wide

Come for the uncomforted,

for you are kind

and in you only

with pain can we hide

Make us able for comfort,

and comfortable be

and come to our table

eternally!

with great love for John, Kristin, Jake and Rachel as John celebrates his first Thanksgiving in the immediate presence of the great Comforter.

Rob Smith