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In the midst of tribulation When suffering seemed so close, I tried to look for little things� Like a great angelic host. But when that didn�t happen I settled in to see, It wasn�t the hosts of heaven� That meant the most to me. I cried out �Abba Father� As He gently saw me through, To see that in this darkness� There were treasures tried and true. Gentle hands of mercy- Covered me with love And blanketed my sorrows� Like a tightly outstretched glove. Knees were bent on my behalf From friends and family dear, And every time that I cried� I know they shed a tear. Treasures in the darkness Like mercy, grace and peace, Amazing love and joy untold And a precious sweet release. Who can count the blessings Of the treasures hidden there Who can thank the gentle hands� Or the ones who knelt in prayer. In some small measure, Lord Thank them for me For they were the angels� The treasures�you wanted me to see. -revdlj |