I will choose to laugh
To remember the good
Though the bad is right alongside it
These may be sad times
But the storm will pass
And everything will fade
Into a background of life
I choose not to despair
To hold onto the hope that is Christ
A hope that promises me
Everything I want and more
I cannot turn back
The road before me is all I can see
If I keep walking
I will eventually arrive
At my final place of resting
I may get there alone and
Beaten and battered
Weather worn and tired
But once there the burden
Will be but a distant memory.
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