Each sorrow carries
At heart, seeds of holy truth,
Crafting purest faith.
There is full meaning
In each blow of His chisel,
To carve men of God
In distress and grief,
He bears on the inner reins,
Ripening the soul.
Building men of faith
Created in His Image;
Lights unto the world.
Equipped to contend
For the faith once delivered;
And the souls of men.
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