The Meaning of Sorrows
Will you willingly drink the bitter cup,
From tarns of thorns and sorrows deep?
For man the heights of his soul he must keep,
And to the summits of heaven he turns his gaze up.
Ah! For glorious suffering, only once can be taken
Without it being earned - here upon the earth.
Yes, we can pay the ransom of our brothers' forsaken
Lives of sin, sinning since birth,
And offer them salvation,
Liberation,
And mirth!
John Lars Zwerenz
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