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A poem of joy in the midst of trouble. Still a work in progress. |
| Joy In the Mourning Oh how things change When one surrenders all. Calming peace and joy Come from nowhere, it seems. Who can explain this? When lives seem so torn Heartache is everywhere And yet joy can still be found. Amidst the rubble of lies and hate Too many of us can surely relate. But songs of joy and peace Bring hope for a better tomorrow. From whence did these come? What hope can be seen? Life is not what it should be, Yet still I choose to sing. |