“Afflictions cannot injure when blended with submission. Ice breaks many a branch, and so I see a great many persons bowed down and crushed by their afflictions. But now and then I meet one that sings in affliction, and then I thank God for my own sake as well as his. There is no such sweet singing as a song in the night. You recollect the story of the woman who, when her only child died, in rapture looking up, as with the face of an angel, said, “I give you joy, my darling.” That single sentence has gone with me years and years down through my life, quickening and comforting me.” –Henry Ward Beecher

Be strong, my soul!
Thy loved ones go
Within the veil. God’s thine, e’en so;
Be strong.
“Be strong, my soul!
Death looms in view.
Lo, here thy God! He’ll bear thee through;
Be strong.

From: Strong in Suffering – Streams in the Desert 12/03;
courtesy of womenofchristianity.com

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