The trials which have smothered you and frozen all your dreams
(Those icy fingers down your spine unraveled all your seams)
Are burdens which you never sought; indeed, you begged them gone,
And yet, they linger dawn to dusk, and dusk to weary dawn.
But Pilgrim, lift your tired head, and brace your feeble knees;
For lessons learned in schools of pain are not like schools of ease –
What humbled heart and broken bones with faith can start to grow
Is rather like the evergreen made beautiful by snow.
Just as frost makes pearls from pain and covers plain with glory,
So your faith can glean the grain within your painful story;
When you feel the pinch of frost, the sting of cold rejection,
Know one day when it has lost, you’ll be a grace confection.