Praise when I'm laughing
Praise when I'm grieving
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The hope of all hearts
The hope of all hearts is You
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In darkness,
In trial, my soul shall sing
Of his mercy, and kindness
Our offering of praise
Our God never fails
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Sundays are particularly hard.
I miss my granddad the most on Sundays.
Yet there's an inexplicable peace when I sing praise.
I think I take comfort in the fact that The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit (Psalm 34:18).
Our God never fails.
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