I have nothing in the realm of joy
Then O Lord you send down your rain
And standing in that glorious fall
I remember how to praise again
I have nothing peaceful in my soul
Just broken pieces on the whole
But then you send to me your light
And I sleep in your arms tonight
I have nothing on me but dirty rags
But I beg and plead each day
And you have sent me raiments of hope
So that in your house I'll stay
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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