"Joy Cometh in the Morning"

It's me again Lord, is what I always seem to say
I need your help, your strength to guide me through this day
For Lord I cannot make it one single minute without you
And Lord, you always have a answer for what I am going through.

Each day seems a little harder as I struggle to do what's right
But oh so rewarding as I lay my head down at night
To know I've lived my best and lived it all for you
What joy, what peace it brings and it carries me through.

But Lord the pain in this ole body, sometimes its hard to bear
Lord your always faithful, loving and so full of care
You may not remove it from my body and this I don't know why
But I'll understand it better in the sweet by and by

We have to endure the things in this walk of life and go
And trust in you Lord to hold our hand and carry us , this I know
For someday when our time as we know it is through
You'll carry us home safely and eternally to live with you

Where we'll feel none of the things we feel today
No pain,. no tears, no burdens, no sorrows, no hate
Where we'll be with the one who died for us, singing and praising Him in all His glory
Hold on ye saints of God, weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

Written By: Kathy Cook January 13th 2003 @ 5:30am



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