I do not know every sadness of humanity, Lord.
"Man of Sorrows, what a name for the Son of God, who came …"
I do not know.
Thou knowest.

Each heart knows its own sadness, you have told us …
And I believe for I have received the gits of sadness …

In the dark,
In the night,
In the bitter cold 
and chilly wind.

And I have sat and stood and walked among to sad and lonely people …
As You have and do and will and so …
I know, we are not alone.
I am not alone.
They are not alone, nor can we ever be.

Are these seeds in my hand? 
Seeds of joy?

Let them sow them Lord. I do not know how seeds work.
Not really.

They contain so much information that we do not perceive.
They carry potential we cannot conceive.
But with every seed, I believe.

I believe.
I believe.

Where there is sadness, today, Lord, today,
Let me sow joy.

May I live joy and choose joy and give joy

In the Name of the Man of Joy,
Amen and Amen.