Poetry Saturday—Preventing Mercies

IMG_4992The sorrows, that to us seem so perplexing,
   Are mercies kindly sent
To guard our wayward souls from sadder vexing,
   And greater ills prevent.

To save us from the pit, no screen of roses
   Would serve for our defense,
The hindrance that completely interposes
   Stings back like thorny fence.

At first when smarting from the shock, complaining
   Of wounds that freely bleed,
God’s hedges of severity us paining
   May seem severe indeed.

But afterwards, God’s blessed springtime cometh,
   And bitter murmurs cease;
The sharp severity that pierced us bloometh,
   And yields the fruits of peace. —Hugh Macmillan

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