I wake up with bouts of sorrow
Knowing more may come tomorrow

But as I push through each hour
I don’t let my smile sour

For here I am with you
One friend, or maybe two

People who keep me smiling
Even when my fears are piling

So let me sit and be
Not let my anger hold to me

But live right where I am
In the palm of God’s right hand

A poorly chosen child
Who wanders in the wild

But safe in His loving arms
I see the world’s many charms

Rain perhaps, but even still
I rest within my Father’s willdownload.jpg

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