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Mid-holiday heart-storms interrupted gratitude, expectant hopes of Season…
But, on startlingly exquisite grace-filled wings, merciful God sent fresh Holy wind…
Madness and mourning, dark-long-night, melted with frost in JOY a-dawning.
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“In his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.” Psalm 30:5, King James Version
“For You have been my help, And in the shadow of Your wings I sing for joy.” Psalm 63:7, New American Standard Bible
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