Growth
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;
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.
Tags: Poem, Spiritual Growth
