…that I have my Heavenly Father to help guide me through my struggles. He kindly attends my sorrows while blessing me to rise from my prayers with my heartache assuaged and my better self in control. Thus I rise with quiet eyes to face my family who also mourns now.
Heavenly Father, make me brave for life; much braver than this.
As the blown grass lifts, let me rise
From sorrow with quiet eyes,
Knowing Thy way is wise.