The sight of someone's pain...

I feel the hurt on you.
What more could I do?
To wipe away the tear,
And return to you cheer.
To support your heaviness,
To seek further happiness.
Not in the power of this hand,
Rather one who counts the sand.
Bringing peace in the midst of sorrow,
Giving you a brighter tomorrow.
With a scarred hand, He gives more
With comfort, He knows how to restore.

I wrote this poem at work right before going to a funeral. The funeral was beautiful. At the funeral I learned something about myself. Though, I can be a heart hard to figure out, I feel the hurt painted across a friend's face. I have a deep sense of empathy, not always sympathy, but definitely a heart that hurts when a friend is in pain.