It Comes to Pass…

Joy Cometh in the Morning

by Helen Welshimer

This too will pass; believe it, O my heart!
There will be sunlight on some distant hill;
storms cannot last forever; joy will start
and troubled waters someday will grow still.
Hurt is a transient; when it serves its need
it vanishes; relief must follow pain.
Oh, always when the flood goes, tides recede!
No sorrow ever is endured in vain.


One thought on “It Comes to Pass…

  1. I so love that nothing is wasted in God’s economy – and it must be enough to know that He knows all, and is working for my good, even when it looks to the contrary, in my limited awareness…


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