by Corinna Swetz
In the shadows of the dark
and stormy, frozen night
the soul can feel the challenge
to look for the coming light
but in the face of struggle
and pain that pierces deep
Our Lady kindly whispers
“My child, do not weep.”
If we but saw a glimmer
of what awaits the just,
the clouds of doom before us
would blow away like dust
And if we cling to Jesus
and trust His Mother’s Heart
a brighter day is dawning,
the clouds will soon depart.
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