Sunday Poem | We Thank Thee

sunrise

We thank thee, Father, for the care
That did not come to try us,
The burden that we did not bear,
The trouble that passed us,
The task we did not fail to do,
The hurt we did not cherish,
The friend who did not prove untrue,
The joy that did not perish.
We thank thee for the blinding storm
That did not lose its swelling,
And for the sudden blight of harm
That came not night our dwelling.
We thank thee for the dart unsped,
The bitter word unspoken,
The grave unmade, the tear unshed,
The heart-tie still unbroken.

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