Pruning is painful
It's not pleasant
Just when you thought things are well
The unpleasant happen
Defeated, broken, depressed
You can only turn to God
The Vine dresser of our soul
For comfort
It is when you're broken
That you'll know how strong your faith is
How 'tough' you are
Which for me ain't so
A long Road ahead for me
I'm not matured enough
To travel this Road
With full confidence
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