In the midst
Of Death,
There is Life.
In the midst
Of Sorrow,
Hope.
From Winter Ashes,
Roses Bloom.
From Darkness,
Light.
From Pain,
Joy.
From Suffering,
Perseverance.
From Confusion,
Wisdom.
From Loneliness,
Friendship.
From Loss,
Promise,
And Assurance
Of Eternal Life.
Oh Lord.
My God.
In these times
I feel forsaken.
I listen
For Your Voice,
Yet Do Not
Hear It.
I long
For Your Touch,
Yet Do Not
Feel It.
I Strain
For Your Peace,
Yet Cannot
Grasp It.
And Yet,
I Know.
And So,
I Raise
A Joyful Voice
Unto You,
Lord.
In You
Is Our
Hope and Strength.
In You
Is Our Light
In Darkest Night.
In You
Is Our Resurrection
And Our Life.
In You
Is Our
Hope,
Everlasting.
Praise God
From Whom
All Blessings
Flow.
03-16-2013
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