under the table and dreaming

God, make me brave for life:
oh, braver than this.
Let me straighten after pain,
as a tree straightens after the rain,
Shining and lovely again.
God, make me brave for life;
much braver than this.
As the blown grass lifts,
let me rise from sorrow with quiet eyes,
Knowing Thy way is wise.
God, make me brave,
life brings such blinding things.
Help me to keep my sight;
Help me to see that out of dark comes light.
Author Unknown