SWEETEST THE RAYSBy: Darrelyn L. Tutt
The greater the odds stacked against me,The higher my heart seems to soar;The stronger becomes the resistance,The strength that is only … the more.Surely the woes of affliction,The strain of adversity great;Is merely the sign of a pruning,A marking and sealing of fate.Look on the man with the sorrow,Not with a pity or strain;But see how his pathway is straightened,Thrust by the springboard of pain.
O for the heights that do tower,That teach us the lessons we learn;And O, for the heart cultivating,The wisdom to rightly discern.
Joy shall be mine in the morning,Sweetest the rays of the sun;On he who has walked through the darkness,And waits … for the morning to come.------“Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous;nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peacable fruit of righteousnessunto them which are exercised thereby.”Hebrews 12:11Beautiful and Amen.
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