Behind your season of crushing
is the mighty hand of God
Patiently orchestrating
Something greater, you'll be glad
It's okay to feel what you feel
Break down and cry a river
Welcome high water or hell
Things are just getting better
Will brighten your tomorrow,
A million suns no one can dim
You'll be grateful for every sorrow
'Cause they're but ramps to your dream
May these rhymes make you smile
These few words, worthwhile
God is so faithful, my friend
You will be loved to the end.
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