Comforter.

Sitting down with his eyes looking down,
He quietly thinks of the things,
That has moved passed in time.

Pains and torments,
Grudges and sadness,
Anger and Bitterness.

His mind became heavy,
As his breathe grew deep,
And his eyes flare.

He felt a tap on the shoulder,
And looks up to see a figure;
The authority of the household.

His feelings pricked,
His heart sunk,
And his tears flowed.

He grabbed Him by the waist,
Let out a cry of joy and relief,
As the foul forces dissipates.

The figure threw His arms across,
Hugging him as tight as possible,
With the warmest embrace ever given.

"Come,
Those who are weary,
And I will give you rest."