Who said the darkness of the
night would never turn to day?
Who said the winter’s bleakness
would never pass away?
Who said the fog would never
lift and let the sunshine through?
Who said the skies, now overcast,
would nevermore be blue?
Why should we ever entertain these
thoughts so dark and grim
And let the brightness of our minds
grow cynical and dim
When we know beyond all questioning
that winter turns to spring
And on the notes of sorrow
new songs are made to sing?
For no one sheds a teardrop
or suffers loss in vain,
For God is always there to turn
our losses into gain …
And every burden borne today
and every present sorrow
Are but God’s happy harbingers
of a joyous, bright tomorrow.