Sacred Verse

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God's ripest fruit

Grows 'neath the roughest wall.

Where every sunbeam

Places a golden nugget - as it falls

Into a heart -

Where earthly lights have grown dim,

And suffering and loneliness

Are so harsh within.

'Tis only thro much anguish

That we reach out to Him -

And into places where we find

Like Job of old - Tho all seems lost

We still can cry - I know

"That my Redeemer lives"

And praise Him for the cost,

In human suffering.

That we might produce

Beauty and the choicest fruit,

When we reach that place

And willingly accept

His will - followed by His abundant Grace.

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