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.

Author unknown

‘The Lord is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble; and
he knoweth them that trust in him.” Nahum 1:7