The Healing Cup (5/9)

Lord bring me low.

If sorrow comes and rests,

Even sits upon my brow

I will not malinger

But to You cry out.

If sorrow is my cup for a season

I’ll thank You with each sip;

I will not mess with reason

Only trust I’m in your grip.

If sorrow will make me better,

If it will increase my faith

I’ll not resent the cup given

But turn to you in praise.

Of such blessed misery.

If sorrow heals the wounds

Even though causing strife

Can’t I accept it willingly

As You laid down your life?

I will turn their mourning into joy and will comfort them and give them joy for their sorrow.
Jeremiah 31:13

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. Matthew 5:4