I THRIVE
I will wait for the brightness of the sun
I will wait till all my dreams are born
If all days go dry and my heart aches i promise i won't cry
If all ways go wild and my head aches he promised i won't die
When the light goes out and the stars are out
I will count my blessings for with strife comes helpful lessons
I will Wait till all my hurts vanish as they are barnished
I will wait for the harvest
For with him I will have rest
For me, life he gave
To me life he gave
I hope to remember again and again
With God there's gain and I will
rise again.
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