Life’s current season
‘Tis not by least fictitious
Though surreal it seems
Who would write these dour chapters
As if romantic drama
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Yes, we will come through
With grit, faith, some survive all
But we need to weep
Not suppress tears, freely flood
Wash out stress-filled fears, anguish
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The Lord Himself wept
Old saints’ prayers pool ‘neath their feet
Desperate, fervent pleas
Rescue, deliv’rance, relief
Grateful praise sung at morning
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