Now I Know

Now I know why suffering is golden Enduring suffering... Privately, with struggle, and with praise:

I thanked God through the struggles All the pain, the unknown outcomes, Feeling through the trial refinement would ensue;

Never so holy, never so pious, never so insignificant To this world, I am raised by the affliction that works to purify me.

Always gazing upward, Always to The Call, Yet collapsed in body, small, And fallen, from the fall... Yet in worship - I praise Him! Holy holy holy

Now I know One more thing And yet... nothing!