Lemons are sour
Berries are sweet
I will not cower
When trials I meet
Should I leave home?
Or work things out
Where should I roam
What's love's about?
When there's murm'ring
We don't feel love
Our hearts don't sing
Of sweets above
Listing what's good
Brings us to God
With whom we should
Hold as our rod
When we trust Him
And make covenants
Though all looks grim
We, He transplants
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