I often come to Jesus with a tale of grief and woe,
I tell Him all the little things that irritate me so.


No matter what I tell Him, how dark the story told,
When I have finished telling, the burdens from me roll.

For though I tell the darker side; woeful, sad, and drear,
He shows me there's a brighter side and speaks a word of cheer.


And when I've shut bright heaven out with wanderings and fears,
He lets his blessed sunshine paint a rainbow in my tears.

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