There Are Many Times Of Darkness In My Life
There Seem To Be Many Patches Of Shadows
That Too Easily Cloud The Sunlight Of Your Presence
Why Do I Awake To A New Day?
Only To Discover That Its Just Another Monday Morning
With No Sign Of Your Promised Joy Of Your Presence
Oh, I Know There Are The Good Times
The Times Of Friendship And Laughter
The Times Of Peace And Beauty And Solitude
But They Are The Minutes Rather Than The Hours Or Days
They Are Fleeting While The Darkness Lingers
Do I Rush Around Too Much To Appreciate Your Tranquility?
How Can I Reach Out And Feel The Warmth Of Your Presence
When Life Seems Ice Cold
And The Day Is Darker Than The Night?
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