A poem

   Someone shared this w me this morning and wanted to share it with all of you . 

    Until I learned to trust,

 I did not learn to pray.

And did not learn to fully trust,

 Til sorrow came my way.

Until I learned my weakness,

 His strength  I never knew;

Nor knew till I was stricken,

 That He would see me through. Whose deepest drinks of sorrow, Drinks deepest too of grace;

He sends the storm so He Himself Can be our hiding place.

    The One who plans our highest good,

 Knows well when things annoy; We would not yearn for heaven

 If earth held only joy.