When other sources cease to make me whole?
When with a wounded heart, anger or malice,
I draw myself apart, searching my soul?
Where, when my aching grows--where when I languish?
Where, in my need to know, where can I run?
Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish?
Who, who can understand? He, only One.
He answers privately--reaches my reaching,
In my Gethsemane, Savior and Friend.
Gentle the peace he finds for my beseeching.
Constant he is, and kind. Love without end.
Hymns, Where Can I Turn for Peace?, No. 129
Text: Emma Lou Thayne
These beautiful words are sung with a yearning spirit about them in many meetings across the world. In times of trial, in times of uncertainty, in times of heartache and sorrow, these words remind me of the patience and love of our Eternal Father in Heaven and His Son, Jesus Christ, who suffered for us all. In the words of Isaiah, "Surely He hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows" (Isaiah 53:4).
I am so grateful for my Savior, who truly did suffer for my every sorrow, who felt my every pain. I know that He truly can understand and comfort us if we will but come unto Him.
