Growing (through) Pains

O God! Why all the pain? Why the miscarriages? Why the divorce? Why the death? Why the broken hearts? Why the unappreciated love? Why the foolishness of youth, and the inability of the wise? Why the helplessness? Why the inability to communicate, to help each other?

“Why,” said the clay, “do you cause me to spin?”
“Please, humble potter, don’t touch me again!”
“Why do you insist on me stretching so thin?”
And why do You let me continue to sin?

From being stretched thin, you can hold things much larger;
By forging you hot God’s tools become much harder.
By training through tears I can become a starter.
How many are saved through the screams of a martyr?

In the fire I will find You.