Though tears may fall, like bitter rain,
The clouds will soon be dryAnd then the splendor of great joy
Will burst forth in the sky
To find a joyous reflection
In eyes that used to cry.
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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