When I struggle in the storm, I choose to rejoice.
When I’m weak and feeling helpless, I choose rejoice.
Even though my situation isn’t getting better
I will choose to rejoice and praise my Lord.

Face to the floor, hands held high.
Can’t take it anymore; Lord, I’m tired.
Will I see Your joy coming in the morning sky?
— “Hope” - AMP (via sammho)

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