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| (Written for a neighbor lady
who |
| had recently lost her husband.) |
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| You never see a rainbow without a drop of
rain, |
| Even the raindrops dance with glee when the
sun comes out again; |
| You cannot share the beauty of a cloudless,
sun-filled day, |
| Until you've passed through storms that turned
the skies to gray. |
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| You never stand against the sky and view the
peaceful valley below |
| Unless you've climbed the mountain's side with
measured step - and slow; |
| You cannot know the joy of giving until you
have gone without, |
| Or have a real assurance if you've never been
in doubt. |
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| You cannot taste the water 'til your throat's
been parched and dry, |
| You've never grieved a love one 'til you've
had to say good-bye; |
| You cannot have Salvation unless first
you know you're lost, |
| And your pardoned soul rejoices when you know
how much it cost. |
| |
| And this is how He teaches us each step along
the way, |
| Through yesterday's trials and burdens comes
the courage for today; |
| And if there were not heart-aches that we
couldn't understand, |
| There'd be no need for Him to walk beside us
hand in hand. |
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| But, oh, the joy in knowing as we live from
day to day |
| The Saviour walks beside us and we can hear
Him gently say, |
| "I'll never let you suffer as I did - all
alone |
| I shed my blood and gave my life for your sins
to atone; |
| And as you face life's problems that you
cannot understand |
| You know that I'll be with you -- We'll be
walking hand in hand." |
