Peace where there is Pain

Peace where there is Pain

A Poem by Grace

How foolish is a man to weep
When blessings are so full.
Though aching pain will never cease,
A peace is in my soul.
My loving Father sent His son
To die upon a cross and now I know to Him I'll run
When seas begin to toss.

© 2015 Grace


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Added on December 11, 2015
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