Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
Father, God, you are the only one who can turn my mourning into dancing.
I want to finish the race that I am racing.
LORD of all Lords, the great I am you are, my King.
I want you more than silver and gold.
Your story is the best story ever told.
I want to be bold like you, God.
I want to be everything you created me to be and forever be with you, God.
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