imbued with radiance
the sun still shines
though the clouds are gray
and my every storm's intense
Joy of the Lord is mine
even in a world of turmoil
tears of sadness I may cry
but His love will caress them away
forever He will be loyal
Each day I see the sun rise
is a day I can exult
sweet or sour it doesn't matter
I am still privileged
though happiness isn't always the result








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