A SANDY GRAINBy: 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?” -Pause
The sandy grain incites response,The trial does reveal;The hidden part within the heart,Protected and concealed.
And here’s the rub, the paradox,The thing that makes us sore;Sanctifies and softens us,To make us 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.-------