I
don’t know the winds
That
come in my life
Whether
they be fair or foul
In
their blowing through
I
don’t know what this day
Will
bring for me
If
it be joy or sorrow
Or
somewhere in between
But
whether the winds
Are
gladsome or sad
I
know they are for me
Each
one, whatever they are
Free
of judgment, as to my
Inner
weathered winds, I find
They
all work for good in me
Who
by not knowing know
And by always loving win
And by always loving win
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