Through It All
Through It All Times of joy and times of sorrow, lost yesterdays and tomorrows In all this we will have our part, why let it grieve our loving hearts? Of joy why do we want so much, we think we won't feel sorrows touch? Methinks we want much too much of one, a little too little of other one At times we'll see the mountain top, at times to our knees we will drop There will be seasons of sweet peace, and boisterious winds that won't cease Valleys so low, mountains so steep, dreams in our hands,... Sign in to see full entry.