Until I learned to trust,
I never learned to pray;
I never learned 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.
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