We rejoice at the cry
Of a precious newborn, While elsewhere another Departs and we’re forlorn. Whether just or not, The rain falls on all. We don’t know why, But we trust Your call. The God who gives Also tests and takes. Not ours to keep, we only Borrow what He makes. There’s a time to dance, Also a time to weep… For now we work and love; As we sow, one day we’ll reap. Smell the fragrant rose When you get a chance; Its petals fall away and fade Without a second glance. |
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