God has a purpose for your pain, a reason for your struggle, and a reward for your faithfulness.
Trust Him and don't give up.
Sweeter would be the loss of pain than riches Like a royal wardrobe richly adorned Once again to sew those lovely stitches A new lease upon life slowly born Pain a constant companion now dismissed Jump for joy, kiss those moist soft lips Youth's freedom filled with enthusiasm's kiss Pain gone, left behind, in early bud nipped Flutter like a yellow butterfly in flight Carried 'pon the wind from flower to bloom Enjoy being high in the spirit's light Like swallows dancing upon wind's voom Pain's constant presence destroys life's pleasures Freedom would be a dance on a breeze so pure
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