The pathway before me is rugged;
There are times that I cannot see.
So often in shadows I stumble
As strong stormy winds hinder me.

So weary, I long for the springtime,
Fresh breezes in sweet fragrant air,
Wild flowers, and warm gentle sunshine
And jewel-blue skies, bright and fair.

Yet winter months stretch out before me.
My wish for the spring seems in vain,
No more than a fanciful daydream;
For storms and dread shadows remain.

But suddenly I sense the Presence
Of One Whom I cannot yet see.
So fearful, I tread soft in silence
But now He speaks wisdom to me.

He says, "Child, I bring you the springtime
Though winter is all that you see.
I open your eyes to new vision.
The beauty of life lies in Me."