God, make me brave for life: oh, braver than this.
Let me straighten after pain, as a tree straightens after the rain,
Shining and lovely again.
God, make me brave for life; much braver than this.
As the blown grass lifts, let me rise
From sorrow with quiet eyes,
Knowing Thy way is wise.
God, make me brave, life brings
Such blinding things.
Help me to keep my sight;
Help me to see aright
That out of dark comes light.
(author unknown)
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Thank you, Anne, for the kind guesture. What a blessing to know that we have so many prayers being lifted up on our behalf. My cup runneth over.
But, it makes me ponder those who have lost everything with no support. Let's pray for these precious individuals, too, shall we? Collectively?
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