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The road ahead looks smoother now,
Than the one I left behind.
The devil has tried to sift me as wheat
And the world has not been kind.
But I find the longer I struggle and strive
To do my Father's will.
The closer He is to my wounded soul
And bids me to be still.
And when I listen to His still sweet voice
Where no trouble or strife can abide.
For in His love is sweet release,
And in His love I will hide
Evelyn Idelle Drewer Joy
(1917-1994
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