🥀 Dew Upon the Thorn
Life is most fair when it breeds despair,
Too sweet to shun though sharp its edge;
Harsh words and thorns rend the quiet air,
Where only His sight may the path judge.
No mortal mind may discern its end,
All lies sealed deep in His silent thought;
Yet small soft graces the spirit bend,
To rise where trials and dark have wrought.
Through sloping vales where shadows lean,
Hope’s faint sprinkles the soul sustain;
Where grief and grace are woven clean,
We press on—only He knows the chain...07212026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805
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