June 7 Sunday

Mth. 5:4. Ps. 30. Roms. 12:15

God blesses those who mourn, they will no longer feel forlorn.

I exalt you Lord you rescued me, I triumphed over my enemy.

I cried to you for help and you gave, good health and brought up from the grave.

Kept from falling down, even when acting like a clown.

Sing to the Lord all you who believe, for his everlasting mercy you receive.

Weeping may last through the night, but in the morning comes the joy of sunlight.

When prosperous I said nothing can stop me, God has given me total victory.

Then you turned away Lord and I was shattered, l seemed to have lost everything that mattered.

I cried for mercy when l lost everything you gave, am l just going to go to my grave.

I am asking you Lord why, Can l you praise when I die?

Hear me, have mercy.

Turn my mourning, into joyful dancing.

Lord l can then praise you forever, and not be silent ever.

To be happy with those who are happy in you. And weep with those who suffer like I used too.