SWEETEST THE RAYS
By: Darrelyn L. Tutt
The greater the odds stacked against me,
The higher my heart seems to soar;
The stronger becomes the resistance,
The grace 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 oh ... 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,
Then 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 righteousness
unto them which are exercised thereby.”