I may not be made for sorrow
Yet, sorrow came my way,
But, Oh, what glory found in sadness
For all that it conveyed.

I may not be made for darkness
Yet, it became my plight,
Then, what treasure came in view
When darkness turned to light.

I may not be made for loneliness
Yet, aloneness was my end,
Then, that too was a blessing
For God became my friend.

I might not be made for failure,
Yet, disappointment came my way,
But, in letting down myself so much
What more was left to say.

I may not be made for being hurt
Yet, folks, I found, are all like me,
As human disenchantment, turned
To show me what I need.

I may not be made for frailty
Yet, that's what I became,
But in leaning on the strength of God
The weakness turned to gain.

I might not be made for illness
Yet, what a gift it was,
To see my God at work in me
How could I suffer loss.

I might not be made for dying
Yet, there I'll surely go,
For, death's the door to Heaven's joy
And there, I'll be at home.

Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © Aug 2010
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