Before the blossoming of spring Lies winter, bleak and cold; There must be stormy clouds and rain Before the buds unfold! There must be showers in the sky Before the rainbow’s glow; There must be pruning of the vines Before much fruit will grow. Before the resurrection morn There stood dark Calvary, Before the glory came the Cross With all its agony. Through death conies life, through loss comes gain, Then trust, rejoice and sing; And labor on—ahead there lies
Marie L. Olson
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