Thank you for the golden days’
When life is free from strain.
Thank you for the darker days
That have a thread of pain.
For all the pain you give to me
Makes me kneel in prayer
To You who made the universe
And know my every care.
I find that when I bend the knee,
It’s then my will bends too,
To Your great will that knows what’s best
And cares if dreams come true.
When my will is in tune with Yours,
My life becomes a song
That’s sung in two-part harmony
And angels sing along.
Margaret Peterson
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