'Tisn't any no good gettin'
oneself all tied up in fearsome knots
'Bout all the stuff we canna fix
alter, change, adjust or fold
'Cause tis time and grace is gonna make it
different, content somehow,
as God gets into all He's a-doin'
for the blessed good of all
So 'tis all of the best, to find thet inner smile,
and not ta cry some way too long
thet is, deep down inside
For God's got a better plan, than we..
He has it all in hand,
far more than we cen ever hope ta understan'
So let Him wipe away them tears,
and hang up all tha fears..
Donna worry, jest be happy
God didna go away
in all thet's happenin'
He jest has some bigger love revealin'
wantin' to be a-comin'
more near ya way to ever stay
'Tis in the thorns He's a-makin' purdy flowers
From all tha rainy showers
Can't ya just hear the birds a-singin' in the rain
Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2007
Thou, O Lord, canst transform my thorn into a flower.
And I want my thorn transformed into a flower.
And Thou canst tell me - Thy Cross can tell me.
Thou hast crowned Thy sorrow.
Be this my crown, O Lord.
I only triumph in Thee when I have learned the radiance of the rain.
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