By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

A pearl is made by a sandy grain,
Embedded and ensnared;
In the oyster’s shell where it enters in,
As an irritant …. in there.

A lining then surrounds that grain,
‘Til overtime, a jewel,
Is formed and made, created by,
That sandy grain-like tool.

The sandy grains are trials sent,
But often all we see;
Are irritants that rub us soar,
And chaff us inwardly.

Thus, we murmur and complain,
Resist the very thing;
Ordained for us and made for us …
With endless questioning:

Why must I, Lord, pass through this,
And is this going to end?
Is there sin inside my life,
That’s brought this trial in?

Why are You so distant, Lord,
When I am so distressed?
Why should I accept this thing,
That’s brought me such unrest?

The sandy grain incites response,
The trial does reveal;
The hidden part within the heart,
Protected and concealed.

Yet … here’s the rub, the paradox,
The thing that makes you sore;
Sanctifies and softens you,
To make you something more.

Let the trial do its work,
And God will use the pain;
And line with faith, encompassing,
The sphere of trial’s grain.

A pearl is made by a sandy grain,
And a trial, the chosen tool;
To form the heart, conform the soul,
And thus create …. the jewel.
"My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience."
​James 1:2-3