Beverly J. Anderson
For every sunset there's a sunrise,
For every winter comes a spring,
For every word in anger spoken
There's joy and gladness kind words bring.
For every raindrop there's a sunbeam,
For every tear a lovely smile,
For every storm a promise given
This too shall pass in just awhile.
Life's made of contrasts, sweet and bitter,
And into each life both must fall;
But, be it trial or be it blessing
We know God's hand is in it all.
If lfe were always bright and happy
Would we then seek help from above,
Or know the joy when breaks the morning
With rainbowed skies of hope and love?