In Times of Cold Comfort

A day when the cloud is thick
Life turns to hide and seek
When success is not the best pick
Everything turns hard, a deep hole to dig.

Though my strength fades
And I wax old in age
My heart tends to be in cage
In pain, I am all day
My hope will never fade

In Christ my hope is found
I may be in bound
But I will later merry-go-round
I may not have a pound
But I will never be a hound





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