Even in the cold of winter,
Where only darkness grows,
There abides a breath of summer
Beneath the winter snows;
For life sleeps deep beneath the frost,
Swathed in mist and haze,
Where there abides, within its roots,
The dream of summer days.
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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