Stepping Stones - author unknown

The Lord came to me like a dream one
Day and asked, "why do you sorrow?"
I answered, "Lord my life is so full of
Pain, I can't face one more tomorrow."

The Lord sat down beside me, and
Gently took my hand. He said, "Let me
Explain to you and then you'll
Understand.

Each sorrow is a stepping stone
You must surmount each day,
And every stepping stone you climb
Is a sorrow that's passed away.

The road of life is a mountainside,
With crevices in which to be caught,
But as you struggle on your way,
I the Rock, will lend support.

Every stepping stone you climb,
Makes spirit and heart grow strong.
Exercising character and faith
This road seems painful and long.

The way is paved with stepping stones,
To uplift your heart and soul,
Though difficult they aid your way,
To a City paved with gold.

I know that you are tired,
For I too have walked this way,
My sorrows did they multiply,
But I cleared many stones away.

I left my rock to lift you up,
I left behind my story.
To give you strength to make your climb,
To that special place in glory.

And never fear, the Rock is here,
You'll never climb this mountain alone
Surmount life's sorrows, continue on,
For they are but stepping stones.

Hi Fearnot,

Again wow - where do you find these wonderful poems.

Snowrose

Hey Fearnot,

Here is another lovely poem I would like to share with you.

God's Boxes

I have in my hands two boxes,
Which God gave me to hold.
He said, "Put all! your sorrows in the black box,
And all your joys in the gold."

I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,
Both my joys and sorrows I stored,
But though the gold became heavier each day,
The black was as light as before.

With curiosity, I opened the black,
I wanted to find out why,
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole,
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.

I showed the hole to God, and mused,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be!"
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
"My child, they're all here with me."

I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,
Why the gold and the black with the hole?
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go."

Best wishes,
Snowrose