I learn as the years roll forward
And leave the past behind,
That much I have counted sorrow
But proves our God is kind;
That many a flower I longed for
Had a hidden thorn of pain,
And many a rugged by-path
Led to fields of grain.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Forever
Author unknown. Forever
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