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Joy and Pain | ||
Wispy clouds are passing by. Though they're moist, they're almost dry. Soon the sun will dry them out. Then they will not be about. They are like our joy and pain, That we struggle to explain! Here today but then move on. We know not where they have gone. If we trust the Lord we'll see All things happen by degree. See each moment for the best. If it's not, await the rest. | ||
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