Hello old friends,
There's really nothing new to say,
But the old, old story bears repeating,
And the plain old truth grows dearer every day.
When you find something worth believing
Well that's a joy that nothin' could take away.
And so we meet again,
After all these many years.
Did we sow the seeds we're reaping
Now that the harvest calls us here?
It seems that love blooms out of season
And much joy can blossom from many tears.
So old friends,
You must forget what you had to forgive,
And let love be stronger than the feelings
That rage and run beneath the bridge.
Knowin' morning follows evening
Makes each new day come as a gift.
-Rich Mullins
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