The day was hard, it tore my heart,
But when the day was done,
Amidst the thorns I found a bloom
That shone out like the sun!
There was such pain, and yet the joy,
Is what my heart retains,
For, through His Grace, the hurt has passed
But the joy still remains.
Psalm 31:9
Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and body with grief.
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