Does your bitter load of grief, tears and pain,
Seem too great for you to bear?
Don't complain. You are only being made fit to reign;
Fit to reign, with Christ our Lord.
Surely we are all unfit, all untaught;
And if wise and lively lore, knowing naught,
All the gold of Uphoe could not have bought,
Private lessons from a King.
Precious pain to teach His child, used of God,
Taught by very God Himself, and we complain.
-- "Pain" by Martha Snell Nicholson