Sweep away my sorrows, Lord

“There have always been some difficulties in mortal life, and there always will be. But knowing what we know, and living as we are supposed to live, there really is no place, no excuse, for pessimism and despair.”   Howard W. Hunter.

Sweep away my sorrows, Lord, and help me live in joy;

my troubles are but bubbles, just a frivolous decoy.

My mouth was made to sing thy praise; my feet were made to dance

like David did before the Ark, though some would look askance.

The elements cry out with bliss, if only we would measure

their limitless potential and their overflowing treasure.

Since new wine into old skins causes them to rip and burst,

may my old heart expand and in thy cheer become submersed!



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