TODAY'S JOY Was Born Of Yesterday's Sorrow" Who said the "darkness of the night" Would never turn to day ... Who said the "winter's bleakness" Would never pass away ... Who said the fog would never lift And let the sunshine through ... Who said the skies now overcast Would nevermore be blue ... Why should we ever entertain These thoughts so dark and grim And let the brightness of our mind Grow cynical and dim ... When we know beyond all questioning That winter turns to spring ... And on the notes of sorrow New songs are made to sing ... For no one sheds a teardrop Or suffers loss in vain, For God is always there to turn Our losses into gain. And every burden born TODAY And every present sorrow Are but God's happy harbingers Of a joyous, bright TOMORROW!