Today the world simply weeps tears,
The winds whip the waves white,
And, though it make attempts to shine,
The sun brings little light.
But here, inside, there is a peace
Only Sabbath can bring.
Even the wind trapped in the eaves
Sounds like songs angels sing.
Whatever this day holds outside,
In here we’ll sing His praise,
For what’s outside matters little
To what’s inside these days!
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