Today's Joy

Who said the darkness of the night

Would never turn to day?

Who said the winter's bleakness

Would never pass away?

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?

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!

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