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One of the wonderful things about our faith is that we receive a certain measure of joy for the freedom from bondage that is ours. We live in a spirit of thankfulness and praise for the grace that is afforded us. James Whitcomb Riley wrote a poem about living with gladness. I would like to share that poem with you.
Copyright © Jay D Weaver - March 21, 2002
We have erred in that dark hour, we have known;
When the tears fell with the showers, all alone,
Were not shine and shadow blent
As the gracious Master meant?
Let us temper our content
With His own.
For we know not every morrow can be sad;
So, forgetting all the sorrow we have had,
Let us fold away our fears
And put by our foolish tears,
And through all the coming years,
Just be glad.
James Whitcomb Riley.