Changes come so fast these days,
Like raindrops in a storm,But in this tempest all the drops
Take a more painful form.
Yet even as the torrent falls
The beauty is still there,
You simply have to look for it
Through the tears of despair.
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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