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by Bruce Clingaman
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,
God’s 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;
God sends the storm so He himself
Can be out 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.
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,
God’s 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;
God sends the storm so He himself
Can be out 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.
by: Bruce Clingaman