September 30, 2004

Progress by author unknown

Until I learned to trust;
I did not learn 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 would see me through.

Who 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.