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Growth

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

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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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Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.

2 corinthians 1:3-4