Lamentations 3:19-24
The thought of my pain, my homelessness,
is bitter poison.
I think of it constantly,
and my spirit is depressed.
Yet hope returns when I
remember this one thing;
The LORD's unfailing love and
mercy still continue,
Fresh as the morning,
as sure as the sunrise.
The Lord is all I have,
and so in him I put my hope.
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