Unnamed Poem -- The Trial

I stumbled down a darksome path;

The clouds loomed dark o'er head.

"O, Master, must I suffer so?"

I, crying, angered, said.

I fell and hurt my weathered pride;

My heart began to crack.

"What can I learn from this?" I asked,

"What, Father, do I lack?"

"I am alone!" again I cried;

I struggled in the dust.

"My child, come, and learn of Me;

Learn faith and hope and trust."

I looked up and beheld the Cross;

My Master nailed upon.

"My child, I suffered here for thee,

And together we'll go on."

I turned then and beheld my Home;

Celestial Glory there!

And as I turned back to my road--

"Yes, Father"-- this my prayer.

June 18th, 2017