God, make me brave for life;
Oh, braver than this.
Let me straighten after pain,
as a tree straightens after the rain,
shining and lovely again.
God, make me brave for life;
much braver than this.
As the blown grass lifts,
let me rise, from sorrow with quiet eyesknowing
Thy way is wise.
God, make me brave;
life brings such blinding things.
Help me to keep my sight;
Help me to see aright
That out of dark comes light.
Amen.
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