The blows keep coming, on and on.
My heart finds no relief,
For each new day seems to lift up
Another cause for grief.
Beneath the weight of tears.
This one was far too young to leave
Too much grief, too few years.
The strength on which we lean
When all the world comes crashing down
And no hope can be seen.
Our tears are all we bring
To offer in exchange for peace
And comfort from our King.
And pour Your peace into
Those who now walk a lonely world.
Our hope, Lord, rests in You.
My soul melts away for sorrow; strengthen me according to
your word!
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