February 2, 2021

Beauty in the Struggle

Zion-Glory Harris

I sing a song so beautiful,

my ancestors can hear.

I bear their souls and anguish,

yet my Savior appears.

To reminisce of times filled with trouble and here we stand

reminded of the beauty in the struggle

and its piercing demands.

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