He was better to me than all my hopes;
   He was better than all my fears;
He made a bridge of my broken works,
   And a rainbow of my tears.
The billows that guarded my sea-girt path,
   But carried my Lord on their crest;
When I dwell on the days of my wilderness march
   I can lean on His love for the rest.
~ Author Unknown ~
Saturday, October 04, 2003
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