If in this life, I once find love
And all I love is lost
If all I have is stripped away
By winter's deadly frost
I would not trade a single thing
Not one moment would I change
For just as dust upon the rock
Is washed away by rain
So are the precious jewels of life
Sifted from the sand
Joy from sorrow, love from loss
By God's all-knowing hand.
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