Patient as the winter’s moss
In the gentle rain,
Is the healing of a heart
That’s known too much pain.
Patience is the only way
To mend pain that real,
And tears will spill like the rain
Til the hurt can heal.
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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