In The Midst Of It All
to a special friend Wendy
In the midst of it all
our cry of deepest despair
we find ourselves praying
with angels unaware.
Though the night seems never ending
the pain seems we may even die
Jesus hears his dear child
and the tears of their hearts cry.
We may not know why for
this trials we must go through
the reason of this Job expereience
or how long it must pursue.
But in the midst of it all
Jesus has listen to our prayers in pain
even in the darkest hour our lives
it will never be the same.
rhonda ramsey cash
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