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Jun 2019
Oh what a happy day it is
To know with joy that I am His
I may not know just how to run
But I sure know where help comes from

My eyes are red with lack of sleep
Yet He sustains my step, my speech
My fists are up against the lies
I cling to truth; my God provides

Even when I cannot see
I hope in His supremacy
I know He loves His little girl
In His hand I spin, I twirl

I know this night will smudge away
And till the light with Him I'll stay
I cannot see the morning sun
But till I do, with Him I run

It sure is good for me to know
Though pain is here He helps me grow
It would not be so bad you see
If I was born just perfectly

But I know He's mine and will protect
He'll hold and wash and He'll perfect
My life belongs to Him; my Love
I'll grow in splendor from above

I do not seek to know the "why"
But simply trust that He'll stand by
While all the little stones are moved
In Him alone I am approved

His precious love is mine you see
And in His house oh I am free
He draws me to His very heart
And from His arms I'll never part

For in the end I will look back
And find the beauty in the cracks
A path so hard I thought I'd crumble
But He saw perfection in my fumbles

He draws me up to make me spotless
And through it my heart will confess
He is my hope, I need not roam
He is my rest, He is my home
Sarah Beliveau
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Sarah Beliveau  33/F
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