Cares Are
by John McLeod
Cares are the cross that each of us must carry,
Darkness must always contrast with the light,
And having known despair's harsh ministrations
Wisdom will bring its own unequalled sight.
The Lord makes sure the back will fit the burden,
How harsh it seems, yet when the pain has gone,
The eyes unto the hills of hope in turning
Will glimpse the splendid wonder of His dawn!
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