I’m looking for a place tonight
To rest my weary headNot so much for where I am now,
But where I’m bound instead.
There is a long way still to go,
The path is rough ahead,
But when I reach the end of it
I’ll rest in my own bed.
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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