Borrowed Wisdom
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
39-8
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
and feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.
Lyrics by
Indelible Grace Music
O Love that will not let me go
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