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Joy comes in the morning
  The nights are endless,
  Burning bouts of pain.
  I close my eyes,
  And the dreams return again.
  I lie awake that evening,
  As the misery takes its toll.
  This eternity of grieving
  Makes even the stars go dull.
  Fatigue sets in,
  And my walls begin to shrink.
  Was it because of my life of sin?
  Please God, no. Don’t let me think.
  Life as I know it has ended
  Mourning has taken its place.
  I have no more strength left
  To finish this unbearable race.
  I’m in a coffin.
  I can’t breathe.
  Does this happen to her often?
  Then she speaks to me from underneath.
  “I’m sorry I had to leave so soon,
  But you see, I saw visions of the moon
  And then my father took me away
  He even let me open his shiny gate.
  Mommy, Daddy, Sister Brother, it’s okay.
  I love you so, and I’ll see you again one day.”
  I wake to weep
  As a sunbeam shines through,
  Straight to the teddy bear we keep
  In loving memory of you.
  But Joy comes in the morning.
  O, Joy my dear friend.
  It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.
  Come tell me how you’ve been.
  Let’s take a walk and have a talk
  And let the peace flow in
  As we think about how wonderful it is
  That faith is in the light of heaven.
  Mourning for things on Earth
  Will make our hearts refuse to sing
  But all the pain will be worth
  Knowing this one thing:
Joy comes in the morning.

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