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.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Tears and Joy
Though tears may fall, like bitter rain,
The clouds will soon be dry And then the splendor of great joy Will burst forth in the sky To find a joyous reflection In eyes that used to cry.
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