Life’s sunshine may be checkered with its shadows, The pleasant valleys meet the rugged hills; The quiet sea may change to raging billows, But all is well if so the Father wills.
Refrain: Your roses may have thorns, but don’t forget Your thorns may have some roses, too; The Lord of great compassion loves you yet, And He will never fail to see you through.
The peaceful day may change to raging tempest, But know that after tempest comes the calm; And know that after night must come the morning, And after sad bereavement, healing balm.
The withered flowers hold the seeds of promise, The winter days are harbingers of spring; The trials that may often seem most bitter May bring to you the joys that make you sing.
The sorrows that have come to you unbidden Have often brought a peace before unknown; The Maker of your destiny is striving To fit your heart to be His royal throne.
