Trust

Sadly bend the flowers
In the heavy rain ;
After beating showers,
Sunbeams come again.
Little birds are silent
All the dark night through ;
When the morning dawneth,
Their songs are sweet and new.

When a sudden sorrow
Comes like cloud and night,
Wait for God's to-morrow ;
All will then be bright.
Only wait and trust Him
Just a little while ;
After evening tear-drops
Shall come the morning smile.