Poems (Coolidge)/Sorrow-Taught
SORROW-TAUGHT
I never knew the height and depth Of my dear Father's love Until, through suffering, I learned His tenderness to prove; Through rifts in darkest clouds I see Light coming from above.
As sunrise gilds each mountain top, Faith lights that "narrow way," The path my weary feet must climb To reach the perfect day; And, sorrow-taught, I lean on One Whose will I must obey.
The peace beyond all knowledge now Shall my sweet portion be, By strength divine my cross I lift, While love sustaineth me; In His good time I'll lay it down For all eternity.