To see the silver shining through the cloud,
And heaven's blue when all our skies seem gray;
To sing of sunshine when the storm is loud,
And greet with gratitude each newborn day;
To find a rainbow in the blinding rain,
And springtime promise though the snow lie white;
To sing of courage through the moment's pain,
And hold one's gaze all steadfast to the light;
To lift the burden from some sorrowing heart,
Forgetting thus a while the load we bear;
To hold each hour sacred, set apart,
In which to prove God's tender, loving care;
To bring the smiles again to tear-filled eyes,
Sweet hope to hearts bowed down in heaviness—
Is to discern the path where freedom lies,
The path that leads to God, and happiness.
