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, May 16, 2014
"Cry Me a River"
When I feel sorrow welling up
I turn my eyes to You And when I hear You call my name, I let it flow on through. Though grief can rise up suddenly Despite all I can do, You are my refuge in the flood, The pain will flow on through.
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