And again, blessed are all they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
3 Nephi 12:4
When the skies seem leaden and my prayers bounce back to me,
when my spirit's heavy with oppressed redundancy --
I pray a little longer and recall in days gone by
that God has been my helper when the world has gone awry.
There's comfort just behind the blackest clouds that pass my way,
and though I feel to mourn I know my sorrow will not stay.
Happily I testify that though I now eat dust,
the Lord alone in mercy has repaid all of my trust.
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