There Are Many Times Of Darkness In My Life There Seem To Be Many Patches Of Shadows That Too Easily Cloud The Sunlight Of Your Presence Why Do I Awake To A New Day? Only To Discover That Its Just Another Monday Morning With No Sign Of Your Promised Joy Of Your Presence Oh, I Know There Are The Good Times The Times Of Friendship And Laughter The Times Of Peace And Beauty And Solitude But They Are The Minutes Rather Than The Hours Or Days They Are Fleeting While The Darkness Lingers Do I Rush Around Too Much To Appreciate Your Tranquility? How Can I Reach Out And Feel The Warmth Of Your Presence When Life Seems Ice Cold And The Day Is Darker Than The Night?
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