God make me brave for life,

oh braver than this.

Let me straighten after pain

As a tree straightens after rain,

Shining and lovely again.

God make me brave for life,

much braver than this.

As the blown grass lifts, let me rise,

From sorrow with quiet eyes,

Knowing Thy way is wise.

God make me brave, for life brings such blinding things.

Help me to keep my sight;

Help me to see aright —-

That out of dark comes light.

————–Author Unknown.

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