After the Storm

I wish that I could say

In storms I’ve learned to sing.

But tears fall with the rain;

Life’s not an easy thing. …

 

But after the storm

Is when I see

Beauty all around me—

After the storm.

 

My Father sends the storms

In hopes that I will grow.

But often I’m reeling,

Feeling tossed to and fro. …

 

But after the storm

Is when I see

Beauty all around me—

After the storm.

 

I know I need each storm,

And I’m relieved to find

My Savior understands

This weak and windswept mind. …

 

But after the storm

Is when I see

Beauty all around me—

After the storm.