I go when days are golden,

I sing when nights are long;

Sometimes trial is fire,

sometimes a joyful song.

 

The nuggets that are blessings,

the soft and peaceful times;

when danger shouts it’s triumph,

your word speaks in it’s chimes.

 

When I’m weakest you are gentle,

if I need it you are tough;

Just knowing I am in your hand

is more than enough.

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