The moments, when the sun breaks through
Warm my heart, however sad,
With God’s comforting light.
The gentle humming of the bee,
So cheery in his chore,
Reminds me that each day's a gift
With blessings still in store.
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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