The stuff whence the golden fruit of trial is squeezed
"As the essence of a rose is not released until the
flower is pressed, the believer is a storehouse of
songs which cannot be sung, without the crushing
of tribulation. Wrought in the darkest hours of
agony, they are golden melodies of harmony
with the essence and will of Jehovah." - from Songs in the Night, by Tim Paulson
