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 til I was stricken
that He could see me through.
He who drinks deepest of sorrow
drinks deepest too of grace;
He sends the storm so He Himself
can be our hiding place.
His heart that seeks our highest good,
knows well when things annoy;
We would not long for heaven
if earth held only joy."
author Unknown
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