I seem to be in an extended season of difficulty. This time around I wondered what I could have done to cause the problem. How had I strained my ankle? Rain and responsibility had kept me from doing much activity for several days before the swelling and pain. It turns out that it was not structural at all but rather inflamation. It is yet another time to reflect on God’s goodness and man’s condition.
Pain and pleasure juxtapose First grow thorns and then the rose Why these two rise side by side One we cherish one derideMust it be that we suppose Foulness comes with the sweet dose Neither so before the Fall Nor in heaven eternal
Better does it good disclose More thankful now more repose By suffering our wants end God does good superintend
Now I enjoy more the rose Beauty of its top stem pose Thorns diminish all one day In His presence I will stay
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Quite a nice spiritual poem…thanks for sharing this fine poem.
Thank you. May if give glory to God and comfort to His beloved ones.