Comfort, comfort all my people with the comfort of my word. Speak it tender to my people: All your sins are taken away

1. Though your tears be rivers running, though your tears be an ocean full, though you cry with the hurt of living, comfort, comfort.
Every valley shall be lifted,
every mountain shall be low,
every rough place will be smoother: comfort, comfort.

2. Though your eyes see only darkness, though your eyes can see no light, though your eyes see pain and sorrow: comfort, comfort.
Every night will have its morning, every pain will have an end, every burden will be lightened: comfort, comfort.
Extra verses written for 1988 Christmas Bowl Appeal

1. Though we build strong walls for prisons, though we feast while others starve, though we fill this world with weapons: comfort, comfort.
Every prisoner will be rescued, every hungry mouth be filled, every gun will rust, forgotten: comfort, comfort.

2. Though we fracture God's creation, though we stand so far apart, though we fail to love each other: comfort, comfort.
Every wall will crack and crumble, every stranger will be friend,
every one embrace another: comfort, comfort.

1975. Three or four days after our twin sons were born, Dorothy was overwhelmed by it all and was crying when I came to visit her in the evening. (Dorothy never cries — well, only about once every ten years. She says it's too much bother.) In typical, helpful, husbandly fashion, I went home and wrote a song for her. She wasn't all that impressed at the time and is still not keen on the song. But I like it, and from many comments made to me, it's clearly been a song that has helped many people when they've been going through difficult times, times of conflict, struggle or depression.


Thanks ...

Last Monday, November 19, I got back home after a 4 week trip, mostly in Queensland.Only possible because of
Ray Shillabeer.
He's been my driver for the past 7½ years, for trips to Victoria, ACT, NSW and Queensland. He likes to label himself as 'Ray the Roadie', but he's a lot more than that. For the churches & schools I've sung at, we both set up the sound gear - the amps, guitars et al. He then retires to a back seat, while I sing & play. Afterwards, at schools, we take the gear down together. But at churches, he looks after the gear, while I talk with people & sell CDs & books. We get to stay with people most places , & we both love meeting people, enjoying their terrific hospitality.
This trip was his swan-song. I know he's enjoyed the driving & meeting people, but I still don't know how to say thank you. In his modest, self deprecating way, he'd reject the label of 'Servant of Christ', but he's been that for me, & together we've been able to serve people in many places.