SWEETEST THE RAYS

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 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.
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Success is realized by individuals who refuse to give up.