Sometimes we bury, or we lay away, Our hope of healing while discouragement Seals fast the sepulcher and brings dismay, With hints that useless efforts have been spent. We doubt that we can move the massive stone And feel we lack the strength that prayers command, Forgetting that we do not work alone And that the risen Saviour is at hand.
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