By: Jonathan DS Griggs
As my tears run down my cheek Help the bitter turn to sweet.
Just as the gentle breeze put me to sleep, my weary soul finds relief
For not in fear but just in faith help my love grow every day
Until bursting into the light, I find all sight. What a glorious day
When I return back into the light, to my father of love and grace.
Marveling the Mind | Jon Griggs 
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