Where dark clouds hover over me
O'er storm-tossed waves swept to the sea,
Pour down your wrath and let me be
Stooped to learn humility—

Sear my pride from worthless gains
Cease all wanting... drown in the rains—
That which matters, that which remains,
A life of substance despite the pains
“When we lose one blessing, another is often most unexpectedly given in its place.” ~C. S. Lewis


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