Friday, March 30, 2012


Until I learned to trust,
I never learned to pray,
And I did not learn to fully trust
Till sorrows came my way.

Until I felt my weakness,
His strength I never knew;
Nor dreamed till I was stricken,
That He could see me through.

Who deepest drinks of sorrow
Drinks deepest too, of grace;
God sends the storm so he Himself
Can be our hiding place.

His heart, that seeks our highest good,
Knows well when things annoy;
But who would long for heaven,
If earth held only joy?

by  Barbara C. Ryberg

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