Why, oh Lord, did this not bloom?  
This seed I nurtured in faith's room,  
I watered it with hope so pure,  
Yet still, it withered, insecure.

What lesson lies in barren ground?  
In broken dreams where none are found?  
I sought to grow, to reach the light,  
But darkness claimed the path of right.

Did I not pray with fervent heart,  
For strength and wisdom to impart?  
Yet here I stand, with empty hands,  
A soul that barely understands.

But still, I trust You, Sovereign Guide,  
Though loss and grief in me reside,  
I know Your wisdom far exceeds,  
The limits of my mortal needs.

You see beyond the shattered glass,  
A future where the pain will pass,  
Though now I walk in shadow's grace,  
I hold to You, my hiding place.

Thank You, Lord, for trials past,  
For teaching me that nothing lasts,  
But through each loss, a seed is sown,  
In fields where I have yet to roam.

So lead me on, through joy and pain,  
Through sunshine, storm, and gentle rain,  
For though I question, still I know,  
In every loss, Your love will grow.