Praise
When it seems there is nothing left
for which to praise you,
I will yet be thankful for Who You are.
When all my comfort is stripped away,
Thank you.
For then only,
You remain.
When my days are filled with pain,
Thank you , Lord.
For then my resistance is depleted.
I will see You
High and lifted up.
Without myself to block Your Light.
A clearer vision of Who You are..
A sweeter song that dispels the night.
Julia Compton
October 13, 2000
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