To Suffer

As fifty times refined by fire

All gold in glory the agony is

Crushed in pain is hearts desire

and now from nothing truly lives

The weak in weakness tear at seams

Their stuff thrown here and there at will

Trampled cloths and trampled dreams

I lay down before you still

Author of storms, You bring the rain

It pours and drowns, drops cold and cool

The sun now burns away the stain

And brings the season of renewal.