The sun is clouded by rain.

It seems to tell me the same,

That in my joy there is pain

Of someone else in great strain.

 

While I can see clear enough,

There are still ones in the rough

Of circumstances so tough

That most would have said, “Enough.”

 

These people still hold their way,

Even when hardships still stay.

They know a much better Way,

Whose love will forever stay.

 

They trust One greater than they,

Who took their sins far away,

Who rose forever to say,

“I love you, children, alway.”

 

The end is vaguely in sight.

They hope with anxious delight

To that great day of great fright,

When they will see God’s true Light –

Jesus, the Hope of the Nations.

The sun is clouded by rain.

It seems to tell me the same,

That in my joy there is pain

Of someone else in great strain.

 

While I can see clear enough,

There are still ones in the rough

Of circumstances so tough

That most would have said, “Enough.”

 

These people still hold their way,

Even when hardships still stay.

They know a much better Way,

Whose love will forever stay.

 

They trust One greater than they,

Who took their sins far away,

Who rose forever to say,

“I love you, children, alway.”

 

The end is vaguely in sight.

They hope with anxious delight

To that great day of great fright,

When they will see God’s true Light –

Jesus, the Hope of the Nations.