Sunday, May 3, 2009

The World Washed Clean

The darkness lowers o’er my world
And sorrow drips like rain;
The chill that seeps into my heart
Awakens all my pain.

Then from the grey breaks forth the sun
To dry earth’s bitter tears,
And beauty, that was lost in mist
Now suddenly appears.



Oh Blessed Savior, Precious Lord
Releasing me from pain;
Dissolving tears and bitterness
As sunlight melts the rain

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