This pain he knew

we ache sometimes
chronic, choking
yet we feel some comfort
in the weight that we carry
this pain he knew
lasting, seemingly unending
familiar, part of him
as he walked on the journey


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November 14, 2012
page 81, Chapter 5,
“Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner”
The Shack, by William P. Young
http://www.theshackbook.com/

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