Go well dear daughter,
last day tomorrow,
this term you've fought a
battle, and sorrow/
grief's made aquaintance
with you God's daught-y,
don't think it's just chance
or you've been naughty.
This is for growing,
this is Christ's own Way,
trials bring knowing
and loving to stay.
Cry when you feel to
pour/pump from your heart,
to who can save you,
who's set you apart
for a grand love-job
you have responded
Don't stop till the job
leaves old Hun quite dead.
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