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My darkest night has come,
The sorrow is so deep.
My grieving heart’s entombed —
So empty it can’t weep.
The storm around me rages,
And uses up my strength.
While memories and images
Besiege my mind at length.
But through the savage gale,
A voice so sweet and clear,
Rings out and then prevails;
Bids me let Him draw near.
For in His lovely presence,
The howling winds of grief
Stand still. His very essence
Is all-consuming peace.
His light condemns the darkness
And forces its retreat.
The night to dawn must hearken,
And death to Life concede.
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The presence of God makes everything good.
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Very good! I just came from Facebook and was hovering over “Like” waiting for it to give me a heart so I could say that way that I loved it. š
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š Well, thank you for the good intentions, even if they didn’t give you a heart. My problem is that after Facebook, I keep trying to hit my “Enter” key to get my blog comments to post — instead of hitting ‘Send.’
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Divinely written poetry. So true.
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Sooo true
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Protestantism is sooo much better than Catholicism! Like, have you even heard of a little thing called salvation? Infidels…
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