Progress Poem

PROGRESS 

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 Ryberg