I know not your pain

I know not your sorrow,

Nor do I pretend to know.

I know not what life you go through,

Nor the path laid before you.

I know not your future,

Nor the Creator's plan.

Yet this I know—

That sorrow and pain are part of life,

Yet not the end of it;

That life is uncertain,

Yet known by the Creator.

I know not how to comfort you,

Nor the words to make you whole.

Yet this I know—

That one day, if not here,

All shall be made perfect.