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“Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.” Crying for wrongs that can never be right or for those who have left you alone, Counting your trespasses, weeping, contrite, when the news of the day makes you groan. Sorrow for evil, lamenting injustice, bemoaning the state of mankind, Earnestly troubled, concerned and nonplussed at the mess we are leaving behind. You are the fortunate, all you who mourn; oh, yes, you are the blesséd who grieve. Though you are stricken, distressed and forlorn, Yet your Comforter’s here to relieve.
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
Beatitude #2: They That Mourn
“Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.” Crying for wrongs that can never be right or for those who have left you alone, Counting your trespasses, weeping, contrite, when the news of the day makes you groan. Sorrow for evil, lamenting injustice, bemoaning the state of mankind, Earnestly troubled, concerned and nonplussed at the mess we are leaving behind. You are the fortunate, all you who mourn; oh, yes, you are the blesséd who grieve. Though you are stricken, distressed and forlorn, Yet your Comforter’s here to relieve.
Based on Matthew 5:4
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
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