And I steady my heart on the ground of Your goodness
When I'm bowed down with sorrow...I will lift up Your name.
Because You are good to me, good to me.
I lift up my eyes to the hills where my help is found
Your voice fills the night - raise my head up to hear the sound
Though fires burn all around me I will praise You, my God.
Just reminded, as the sun filled my home, my babies' laughter filled my heart, and my husband's arms wrapped around me, that He is good to me. Even though in the middle of the constant stress of hard-lived life, He is good to me.

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