I was sent this poem on a Valentine day’s card that was dated February 14, 1947.
For every pain that we must bear,
for every burden every care,
there’s a reason.For every grief that bows the head,
for every teardrop that is shed,
there’s a reason.For every hurt, every plight,
for every lonely, pained racked night,
there’s a reason.But if we trust God as we should,
all must work out for our good,
He knows the reason.
After 59 years it is a amazing that I still have this card from my aunts, and what a comforting thought they shared.