Until I learned to trust
I never learned to pray,
Nor did I learn to fully trust
Till sorrows came my way.
Until I felt the weakeness,
His strength I never knew,
Nor dreamed till I was stricken
That He could see me through.
When deepest drinks 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!
by Barabara C. Ryberg
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