From loved ones we must part,
But ours to live in Faith and hope,
Though bleeding to the heart.
Not ours to know the reason why
This anguish, strife and pain,
But ours to know a crown of thorns
Rich grace for us will gain.
A cross, a bleeding heart, a crown.
What greater gifts are given?
Be still, my heart, and murmur not,
These are the keys to heaven.
-Author Unknown
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