Peace where there is PainA 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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