Poem: Praise The Lord
Praise Him when the sun is shining,
When the winds of trouble blow,
When you see no silver lining,
On the clouds that hand so low.
Praise illumines clouds of sorrow,
Turns the gray skies into gold,
Giving promise of a ‘morrow
Bright with blessings manifold.
Praise Him when the load is heavy,
And the day no comfort brings.
Then your burden God will carry,
Bear you as on eagle’s
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