Empty arms with tears
God is good through longing years
Good though “no” be all we hear
“Yet will I praise Him”
Tiny body shakes
Craving mother feels heart break
Sin’s effect now suff’ring makes
“Yet will I praise Him”
Dust clouds fill the sky
Thirsty fields wither, die
Earth, once fertile, now blows by
“Yet will I praise Him”
Hint of rising sun
Morning makes the darkness run
Faithful proved with each new dawn
“Yet will I praise Him”
Copyright Jonelle Liddell
Of Hope and Rhymes 
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