“Sometimes the sun, unkindly hot, My garden makes a desert spot, Sometimes a blight upon the tree Takes all my fruit away from me; And then with throes of bitter pain Rebellious passions rise and swell; And so I sing and all is well.” — Paul Laurence Dunbar.L
Almighty God,
Thank you for coming when my heart aches from my swelling desires, my heart feels pressed, distressed, burdened by inflated needs. But God, Thank you for answering prayers and blessing me. I will praise you in song, I will thank you in deed, and I will praise and thank you no matter what I need.
