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There will always be hardships

That cause us great pain,

And droughts that will test us

Before we see rain.

There will always be childbirths

Filled with our screams

Before we are brought

The child of our dreams.

We often are given

Good things with the bad.

We cry tears of joy and

We cry when we’re sad.

When Christ died for us

To set us all free,

It gave me great joy

And left sadness in me.