There’s a reason for your suffering,
A purpose for your pain.
God’s forging new beginnings;
Your hurt is not in vain.
You may be in confusion,
Be tempted by despair,
But if you’ll keep on trusting,
No comfort can compare.
Your life is God’s creation;
His plan, it has no flaw.
And when His work is over,
You’ll stand in humble awe.
Remember you are clay now,
Or liquid metal made.
Each person finely crafted,
A creature now remade.
clarakatalin 
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