Sunday Reflections: I Am A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief

Sunday Reflections: I Am A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief

A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief is my most favorite hymn and is the first one I learned to play on the piano. It’s also the only one I still know how to play!

It was also the favorite hymn of the Prophet Joseph Smith who was martyred on June 27, 1844, at the age of 38.

I penned the following words today in tribute to each of us who have been both the “man of grief” and the one who provides relief.

By Les Patterson

I am the poor wayfaring Man of Grief
Who sued so humbly for relief
Perishing for want of bread
Feared I would be left for dead

The fountain burst mocked my thirst

Another on the path wandered by
Lifting my head I knew not why
Succoring my desperate need
in Eden’s garden, I quietly dream

Restored in breath, now freed from death

Lying tongues shame and scorn
He who rose on that brilliant morn
A Good Samaritan a stranger not
My Savior’s love as I’ve been taught

His love for me I now clearly see

We hope you enjoy this beautiful arrangement by David Glen Hatch.

Have a beautiful Sunday!

We love you!

Les & Elisa


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