Friday, November 4, 2016

Breaking Through











When I am wearied by the world
I turn my eyes to You;
You are the pathway through the pain,
The light that will break through.
You are the arm on which I lean
When I can barely stand,
And there is no place I can rest
Except within Your hand.
When I am weary and heartsick,
Wandering in the haze,
I know that Your light will break through
And show me brighter days.

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