So many choose mere happiness
above heaven’s unending bliss.
I’ve pondered this to find some truth,
some inkling of God’s hidden proof
that within every thorny crown
lay makings of more fertile ground.
And on this journey, spirit led,
to foot of cross where dear Lord bled.
It was through tears He cleansed the earth;
it was in pain we gained new birth.
Yes, tears are good and have much worth.
I separated tears from smiles
which I accrued across life’s miles.
And with His grace, I saw the plan,
He doesn’t harm, but succors man.
For every tear my eyes have shed.
some greater good poured forth instead.
When balanced, scale will always lean
to weight of blessings yet unseen.
So I will treasure every pain
and welcome each one back again.
Yes, like the ocean’s ceaseless tide,
my heart beats steady at Your side.
I will not trade one single sorrow,
for each is gold when dawn’s the morrow.
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