When the perfect work is done!

Is it raining, little flower?
Be glad of rain;
Too much sun would wither thee;
’twill shine again.
The clouds are very black, ’tis true;
But just behind them shines the blue.

Art thou weary, tender heart?
Be glad of pain:
In sorrow sweetest virtues grow,
As flowers in rain.
God watches, and thou wilt have sun,
When clouds their perfect work have done.
— Lucy Larcom

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Posted on June 12, 2017, in Christian Life, Personal. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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