my heart wrenched with treasure
feeling the pain
blurs my focus
attentive to suffering
combats any reclamation
moribund darkness within
shades possible joy
my heart knows the currency
sun burns hot
illuminating all
oceans crash the shore
forming the coast
dry prairies burn
spreading new growth
my heart ordered in nearness
attentive to Him
persevering in shared suffering
hearing His Word
sanctions permeating hope
to Him the glory
count it all joy
my heart recognizes the bell’s toll
“tribulation is treasure
in the nature of it
but it is not current money
in the use of it
except we get nearer and nearer our home
Heaven by it”
Reflections from the Pew 
So touching and real!
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Tim as you know their is a reason for every season
We must persevere
Blessings
Patrick
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