Their faces turn toward the sun
From which they draw their nameThere is, in that small act of faith,
For them, no sense of shame.
Lord, that is how I want to be,
Turning my face to You.
For You love me and, unabashed,
Dear Lord, I love You, too.
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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