When the days are long, and hours hard
Life seems to take away the joy of itself.
So sometimes when my thoughts reach an end, I don't know what to do, what to say, what to pray.
For who shall ever know but God Himself?
Except in those dark, deep depths of my heart,
Where love is minor, honor is great, laughs are strained, and greetings are late.
Yet sometimes during those gloomy times, the Lord lifts me up with the beauty of His work, by the Carpenter's hands.
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