Bitter Dregs

Bitter dregs in the cup of life
That would threaten to taint all your dreams;
Seeds of despair for the shallow and meek,
Are but kernels of strength for a Queen.

Cultured with patience, and watered with tears,
Each kernel, each seed, every grain
Will sprout into greatness, a bastion of strength,
And will rise from its soil of pain.

And as you are lifted in their branches above,
The pain will be left far below.
Your heart will be lighter, your vision will clear
And finally, inside, you will know

That each trial brings blessings, each obstacle, strength;
Though at times you had thought it a lie.
You will see through the clouds of an imperfect world,
And find God's approval on high.