Lord, we have met moments of pain.
We have suffered seasons of darkness.
But each time, like the hand on a clock, that period passes.
Like winter, spring, summer, and fall, that season transitions.
And what was sown in tears becomes a harvest of joy!
You bring pleasure where there was once only pain.
You deliver delight where there was once only darkness.
O Lord, once again, please turn my weeping into dancing!
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