WORDS OF COMFORT

Until I learned to trust,

I never learned to pray,

I never learned to fully trust

Till sorrow came my way.

 

Until I felt my weakness,

His strength I never knew-

Nor dreamed till I was stricken

That He would see me through.

 

Who deepest drinks of sorrow,

Drinks deepest, too, of grace

He sends the storms, so He Himself

Can be our hiding place.

 

His heart that seeks our highest good,

He knows well when things annoy;

We would not long for heaven

If earth held only joy!

 

 

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