The day was hard, it tore my heart,
But when the day was done,
Amidst the thorns I found a bloom
That shone out like the sun!
There was such pain, and yet the joy,
Is what my heart retains,
For, through his grace, the hurt will pass
And only joy remains.
Psalm 31:9
Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress; my eyes
grow weak with sorrow, my soul and body with grief.
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