I Don't Want Her Hurting

I don't want her hurting, Jesus,
she's so all alone,
The husband that she loves moved out,
her kids are "long gone grown,"
She's given them her all, dear Lord,
she did the things she should,
And though the road was often rough,
she did the best she could.

For 3 long decades and a half
she was a faithful wife,
She let him have the spotlight, Lord,
he was her world, her life;
And though they've been divorced for years
he still rules in her brain,
She says he's her obsession,
as addictive as cocaine.

His girlfriend is much younger
and he seems so happy now,
The family get-togethers
are endurance tests somehow;
They sit so close together
with her hand upon his knee,
Their passion is so obvious
for all the world to see.

The hours pass like molasses
and there's always time to cry,
She knows she should get on with life
but has no heart to try,
A funeral without a corpse
that had no wish to die,
I tell her she should turn to You
yet can't convince her why,
Grant her the peace that comes from You
that money cannot buy ~

'Cause I don't want her hurting, Jesus...

--Connie

"Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
look full in His wonderful face,
and the things of earth
will grow strangely dim
in the light of His glory and grace."

(Song: "Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus"
by Helen Howarth Lemmel)