The Goal
I have found joy,
Surcease from sorrow,
From qualms for today
And fears for tomorrow.
I have found love,
Sifted of pain,
Of life's harsh goading
And worldly disdain.
I have found peace,
Still-borne from grief,
From soul's bitter mocking
And heart's unbelief.
Now may I rest,
Soul-glad and free,
For Lord, in the travil,
I have found Thee.
poem by Joseph Seamon Cotter
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