Perceptions #200148

"If All My Years Were Summer"

Author unknown

If all my years were summer,
Could I know what the Lord means
by his "made white as snow?"

If all my days were sunny,
Could I say "In his fair land,
He wipes tears away?"

If we were never weary,
Could I keep close to my heart,
"He gives his loved ones sleep."

Were no griefs mine,
Might I not come to deem
The eternal life as a baseless dream?

My winter and my tears
And weariness, even my griefs
May be his way to bless.

I call them ills,
Yet they can surely be
nothing but love that shows
my Lord to me.

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