Poem

By Rhonda Frye

She said…
“How long, O Lord, How long? When will I ever catch a break?”

He said:
When better days are on the horizon remember new mercies have just begun
This fresh supply will sustain as you wait on the rising sun

Daylight will dawn upon you it’s just a matter of when
The clouds will part and melt away and you’ll see my faithfulness again

So press on in the night and keep dreaming of the day,
For this too shall pass my dear sweet child morning is going to break


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