A Morning Prayer

I ask Thee not to withhold grief
Thou hast in store for me;
I only ask for courage, Lord,
To bear it patiently.
Some day the azure sky will break,
And Thy dear face I'll see;
I pray that Thou wilt find me, Lord,
Waiting patiently.
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