Sweet, Sweet Sorrow

Sweet, sweet Sorrow and Suffering.
Their silent singing sends me straight home.
The tears just stream down my face.
Anointed with peace, I accept them with joy.

Severe Trials and Tribulations.
They break and bruise, but not forever.
They burn hotter today, but don't utterly consume.
I walk out from the fire refined gold.

Sharp, devastating Pain and Loss.
They pierce my heart dividing soul and spirit.
I crawl on my hands and knees seeking God,
For nothing can be trusted in this valley.

True Love,
Not as the world gives.
I no longer stumble, but walk in His strength.
And I am precious in His sight.

RON HALE
MAY 12, 1994