To the One so familiar with sorrow and stings:

Help us know Your nearness in our suffering.

Help us glimpse a shred of the picture You see;

Help us look, in faith, for the goodness You’ll bring–

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Yes, even You are bringing right now

And have already brought here somehow,

That every tear will carve a path for mercy

And every sigh will open deep for blessings.

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But not that we should crave our comfort only.

Would that You teach us to want most Your glory:

Your name to be, forever, lifted upward–

Our praise in testifying echoes long heard.