Without
The Sad
by
Barbara Philbrook
Without
the sad, Lord would the glad mean so much to me,
would I appreciate the positive things that happen to be?
Would I
appreciate the warmth the sun can give,
if there weren't some cold through which I had to live?
Would I
count it a blessing to sit at a meal,
if hunger were something I never had to feel?
Could I
know the joy of being loved by you,
if rejection in my life had not happened too?
Would the
fellowship of another hold the same glow,
if utter loneliness were something I didn't know?
Would I
appreciate the joy of walking across the floor,
if I hadn't once lost it, though not forevermore?
How could
I appreciate being forgiven of sin,
if I hadn't peeked at Hell and almost fallen in?
How could
resisting temptation mean anything to me,
if never giving in had been my reality?
Without
the sad, the glad would be such a big waste,
thank you Father for giving me some of each to taste.
 
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