John Henry, I am so sorry that I am so late with this, but I pray that God lifts you up and comforts you.
I hope you find your way back to playing music, and that it can bring joy in your life.
You and your family are in my heart and in my prayers.
God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.
But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
Unfailing sympathy, undying love.