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The Book Of Psalms by Stephen Mitchell
in the midst of great pain Lord
I praise you for that which is
I will not refuse this grief
Nor close myself to this anguish.
Let shallow men pray for ease
"Comfort us, shield us from our sorrow"
I pray for whatever you send me
And I ask to receive it as your gift
You have put a joy in my heart
Greater than all the world's riches
I lie down trusting the darkness
For I know that even now
You are here.
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