Sorrow
Sorrows are God's winds,
His contrary, at times strong winds.
They are God's hurricanes,
They give my life lift to higher planes.
Sorrow will blow me to God's embrace,
As strong wind sweeps a bird into some refuge.
Short, sharp sorrows take me nearer to Jesus,
Than would long days of success.
Sorrow must not be left to ruin,
Nor the preciousness of pain.
Then afflictions, losses and disappointments,
Are there to mend and uplift me.
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