There must be days of darkness,
to appreciate the sun;
there must be fields of green grass,
in which young colts can run.
There must be worried minds,
before happiness can reign;
there must be fallow ground,
that anticipates the rain.
There must be paths to trouble,
in our life... along the way;
there must be dejection,
before the love can stay.
There must be burdens looming,
before the load is shed;
there must be hurtful sayings,
before kind words are said.
There must be nights of pain,
before the hurt is gone;
and there must be deaf ears,
before we hear God's song.