Lord, you have taught me to except defeat.To taste the bitter when I sought the sweet.Knowing the longest night brings hopeful dawn,I gather up the pieces, and go on.Now, let your spirit tell me how to treatA child whose dreams lie broken at her feet;How to share the hard-earned wisdom and the calm,The confidence, to be her soar hearts balm?She's tender, lord. Her hurts hurt more than mine.She's young, and thinks the sun will never shine.Just yesterday, she laughed and walked in clover.Teach her tomorrow is for starting over.
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