....in store.
There is so many things birth out of pain. It seems such a shame that the tears flowing down my face can be confused as rain.
Oh Lord, my God it gushes out of control it pours and not trickles to the floor.
Whatever will I do weep out for more?
No, bow my face down and pray because God has something in store.
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