The fretting friction of our daily life,
Heart-weariness with loving patience borne,
The meek endurance of the inward strife,
The painful crown of thorn,
Prepare the heart for God's own dwelling place,
Adorn with sacred loveliness His shrine,
And brighten every inconspicuous grace,
For God alone to shine.
~Mary E. Atkinson
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