For those who are blind
I offer up this misery
So others God may find
I offer up this sadness
For those seeking hope
I offer up this emptiness
To help many cope
Why waste suffering
Let it be sanctified
Embrace the pain
That daily does abide
Don't be afraid
Of the dark weary days
Know God is with you
From you He never strays
Though you can't find him
When the dark clouds descend
The howling winds moan
And to your trials there's no end
Know that all you see
And all that you feel
Is not the final picture
It's not the final reel
For God has a plan
It's eternal rich and sure
But first comes the baptism of fire
So many sons may be pure
He only puts precious stones
Into the unending flames
And He has engraved in his hands
Each one of His children's names
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