For every hill I’ve had to climb,
For every stone that bruised my feet,
For all the blood and sweat and grime,
For blinding storms and burning heat,
My heart sings with a grateful song,
These were the things that made me strong!
For all the heartaches and the tears,
For all the anguish and the pain,
For gloomy days and fruitful years,
And for the hopes that live in vain,
I do give thanks, for mow I know
These were the things that helped me grow!
‘Tis not the softer things of life
Which stimulate man’s will to strive,
But bleak adversity and strife
Do most to keep man’s will alive.
O’er rose-strewn paths the weaklings creep,
But brave hearts dare to climb the steep!
Bulletin Digest: Borrowed
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“Christian Training” Hebrews 5:11-14
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