I always see the good in you.
I see My child struggle.
Never stopping its true,
wishing I'd remove the trouble.
If there is no struggle,
you will not grow.
There is value in the trouble.
You will reap what you sow.
I bring the pain.
I bring the peace.
The heavy rain
always brings release.
How will you speak
My Words in the Light,
if you never speak
them in the night.
Can you not feel Me so near?
As the struggle becomes weak,
and My ears begin to hear,
the right words you speak.
The truth comes in the end.
My servant is changed.
Now the Light can begin
to dwell as many are saved!
Jesus
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