Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
Psalm 30. 5
Little girl upon his lapShe helped her grandpa cryHer quietude ensconced to wrapThat old man's lonely sigh
With welcome smile she caught at hopeTo mail into his heartThe strength enough to rise and copeWith loss when love depart
Beautiful intrinsicallyLove's shaft cut through the painAnd heart met heart to clearly seeLove really could remainby Chelle Leigh
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