#*I would not know that wounded hearts will never bend
Except it's by the gentlest wind
Had You not blown Your love on me
I did not know that arrows sprung with poisoned darts
Could be dislodged from human hearts
Till You began to set me free
How should I know that crushing loss can by its pain
Yield intimacy's most treasured gain
Unless You gave Your Word to me?
I could not know that failures worse than greatest fears
Might actually bless through staining tears
This soul undone by Your decree
But now I know that Love's own touch
Brings untold joy which healeth much
From One Who cleaves so faithfully*#