Alma Chapter Thirty-Four. Verse 38.
To give but thanks each day is hard
for me who often has been scarred;
but once I start to praise thy name
I find my sorrow not the same.
Instead it melts away in bliss
as I draw back from the abyss.
Black moods may come to me unbid,
and so I think of what Christ did.
And then at troubles I can laugh;
my gratitude turns them to chaff.
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