I've wondered why the storms of life
Blew hard along my path.
When most desired peace and calm
Came hardest storms of wrath.
When trial, sorrow, illness, pain
Beset the sin-trod soul
His only need; to turn to God
Who alone can make him whole.
My greatest prayer in life be this
To keep me close to Him.
That I might greater service be
To God; lost souls to win.
The tree that in some sheltered spot
Grows not so strong or old
As grows the tree on hilltops
Where blow breezes hard and cold.
So if thru pain and woes my life
Be strength for some weak brother
I'll thank My God for storms or strife
If it means Strength for others.
by Elizabeth Calkins Lyons
July 21, 1954
Mom wrote this back when we lived on the farm, and I was off to college in KY.
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