Not in Vain

A Poem for Suffering Souls

This poem was written in the deepest of valleys— the darkest of nights. May we long for the dawning of the Son together, knowing our suffering is never in vain.

Not in Vain

When grief consumes and wrings the soul,
and darkness dares to reign,
‘twill be my everlasting peace
that all is not in vain.

For fiery trials sting the heart,
and twilight dims the soul.
But He who sanctifies each saint
turns ashes into gold.

So trust the Lord, you weary saints,
for one day, you will see
the Son will dawn and night will cease
to frighten, cease to be.

Yea, cling to God, you wounded souls—
the Lord will uphold thee
‘til He returns in robes of white,
and into glory leads.

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Grace and peace,

Ali

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Cover image: “Landscape by Moonlight,” by Aert van der Neer