A Poem from Ezra

Trials and Grace
by Ezra Brainard

Some trials grow harder as time goes on,
And long is the wait for the break of dawn.
   But the sun that has set
   Is the sun that will rise,
   And the crown that I’ll get
   Is an infinite prize.

As fire that never will say enough,
Afflictions will burn, and the path is rough.
   But the fire I’ve felt
   Is the fire God sent;
   And the dross that did melt
   Is the purpose He meant.

Sometimes in the night when the storm is strong,
It seems that His promises might be wrong,
   But the trouble I face
   Is a storm from His hand,
   And the wind, by His grace,
   Will obey His command.