Looking through a doorway
that seems so dark,
I struggle to believe that You have any good in mind.
As I process the loss
that I must choose,
I tell myself
that through it I will find
That You are good.
That within the darkness I see now
somewhere there is light;
And when You've brought me through
this shadow, I just might
smile; and know that
You are good
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