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by Barbara Comet Ryberg

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.

- Barbara Comet Ryberg

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If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.

Romans 14:8