Bring on the Rain
Just like rainbows only come after rain,
We wouldn’t know joy if we didn’t know pain
But every dismal cloud has its own silver lining
And all will work out in God’s perfect timing.
The storm will pass, and the puddles will dry
And though the rain hid sad tears we cried,
Tears of joy are soon to follow-
Perhaps not today, but there is hope for tomorrow
Hope that nestles inside of our core
Hope that gives us wings to fly and to soar.
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