I may not always understand
Or recognize gifts from your hand,But friends are one gift I can see,
And I’m as grateful as can be.
Are mine, beyond my meager worth,
And I’m most grateful, my life through,
For all the kind things that they do.
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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