Today we work. Today we weep.
With God's help, tonight we sleep
The sleep of God's beloved.
We mourn with hope. We grieve with joy.
We pray steadfastly, though we cry,
For we know God is love.
This little while seems long; the years
since Christ was born are centuries,
And yet we feel God's love,
We do not cease to work and weep,
And when we can, we rest and sleep--
All shall be well, for in God's keep
We all are held in love.
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