Firm and quiet spirit, he thirsts for life divine,
Biding through harsh winter, his soul by cold, refine.
Stripped, hurt and suffering, yet new leaves sprout so fine,
Deeper the pain and insult, still greater, his glory shines.
“Blessed are you when they insult you and persecute you and utter every kind of evil against you [falsely] because of me. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward will be great in heaven. Thus they persecuted the prophets who were before you.”
~ Matthew 5:11-12