I thought that all my lovely days
Were scattered in the past,But I awoke to joyful skies
And laughter that will last.
For, though great sorrow tugs at me
And worries dog my heel,
I know that you’ll renew my joy
And my pain soon will heal.
Job 8:21
He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips
with shouts of joy.
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