G-od's graces never run dry,
A-s the rivers overflow;
R-ising sun has taken
Y-our life away from sorrow.
G-od's graces never run dry,
U-nderneath the wide sky;
T-roubles twelfth of March
A-im to pass you by.
N-o reason to doubt the Lord's love up high;
G-ift of the Father is endless, God's graces never run dry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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