The ghosts of last nights sorrow
Are marching out of the bay
Driven forth by the morning
The light of the dawning day
Peace replaces the weeping
And healing is on its way
Sorrow passes with the night
The joyful memories stay
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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