Praising God in the Valley

I have not been praising God through this valley I've been traveling through...my sorrow and grief has trapped me.....it has blinded me for a while..I am now able to cry out to God...and he hears me...God sends His love... even when His children are not faithful....HE is faithful. It may be that I will remain in this valley until I am reunited with my beloved,  but He sustains me......and I anxiously await that day.
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Jesus, Lover of my soul
Let me to Thy bosom fly
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide
Till the storm of life is past.

John Wesley