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, December 12, 2014
Too Tired To Type
Lord, tonight I’m a weary child
Who’s faced a world too big and wild, And kept the faith, though doubt beguiled. Now, at this day’s end I have smiled, For, though weary, I’m still Your child.
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