Until I Learned to Trust
by William Coltman
Until I learned to trust, I never learned to pray.
And I did not learn to fully trust till sorrows came my way.
Until I felt my weakness, His strength I never knew;
Nor dreamed till I was stricken, that He could see me through.
Who deepest drinks of sorrow, drinks deepest too of grace;
He sends the storm so He Himself can be our hiding place.
His heart, that seeks our highest good, knows well when things annoy;
We would not long for heaven, if earth held only joy.