If it's not one thing it's other.
God is good though. Everything for my good and His glory. Right?
It's what I have to cling to sometimes.... Clinging to it like a raft in the middle of the ocean.
After the last tear falls
After the last secret's told
After the last bullet tears through flesh and bone
After the last child starves
And the last girl walks the boulevard
After the last year that's just too hard
There is love
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