"...The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised." Job 1:21b

"There must be thorns amid life's flowers, you know,
And you and I, wherever we may go.
Can find no bliss that is not mixed with pain.
No path without a cloud. It would be vain
For me to wish that not a single tear
Might dim the gladness that you hold so dear.
I am not wise enough to understand
All that is best for you. The Master's Hand
Must sometimes touch life's saddest chords to reach
It's sweetest music, and His child to teach
To trust His love, till the long, weeping night
Is all forgotten in the morning light.
Trust, trust Him, then, and thus shall good or ill
Your trustful soul with present blessing fill.
Each loss is truest gain if, day by day,
He fills the place of all He takes away."

-Ballarat-