Comfort In Suffering - Re-posted

Sometimes it’s not just the weather

That’s bringing my heart down;

Sometimes it’s not the chilly rain

That’s sets my smile to frown;

Sometimes it’s not the drab grey sky,

The dark and windy sea,

That makes me want weep and weep

So inconsolably.
 

But sometimes it is.
 

And when I let the dreary world

Seep deeply in my heart,

I look to you to dry my tears

Before they ever start.

For summer may be past and gone

And winter’s on the way,

But springtime blossoms where you are

Here in my heart each day!
 

Psalm 119:50
My comfort in my suffering is this: Your promise preserves my life.