Without a glimpse of darkened skies
Our hearts would never realize
The beauty of the day.
Without the silver of the shower
No loveliness of leaf or flower
Would blossom on our way.
And so in life we value more
The joys unrealized before
With every hurt we bear.
It takes the daily cares we face
To prove our Saviour's tender grace
And realize His care.
(Isa. 43. 1, 2; 2 Cor. 12. 9)