Matthew 5:4
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.”
I walked a mile with pleasure, she chattered all the way;
Leaving me none the wiser, with all she had to say.
And I walked a mile with sorrow, never a word said she;
But oh the things I learned from her, when sorrow walked with me.
The frost is in the valley and the mountain tops turn grey.
The promised buds all wither and blossoms fade away,
Our loving Father whispers, “All this comes from my hand,
And blessed are you when you trust, when you just can’t understand.”
I walked a mile with pleasure, she’s chattering all the way;
Leaving me none the wiser, with all she has to say.
And I walked a mile with sorrow, never a word says she;
But oh the things I learn from her, when sorrow walks with me.
And after a life time of working, all your wealth should fade away;
Leaving your hands all empty and your hair starts turning grey.
Remember then our Father owns both the sea and the land,
And blessed are you when you trust, when you just can’t understand
I walked a mile with pleasure, she chattered all the way;
Leaving me none the wiser, with all she had to say.
And I walked a mile with sorrow, never a word said she;
But oh the things I learned from her when sorrow walked with me.
Oh what I learned from her when sorrow walked with me!
Song by Barry Mann, based on the poem by Robert Browning Hamilton
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