Friday, 7 May 2010


Though the tempest blow and the waves crush me

Though the darkness linger and the light far off

Though the devil mocks me and makes much of my failure

Yet I will remember Him who binds up the broken hearted

And proclaims freedom for the captives

Be still My soul in your light but momentary trial

For He will bestow on you a crown of Beauty

And your mourning will be replaced with the garment of praise


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