And Yet the Flowers Still Will Grow

Life is not always kind to us,

Some roads are hard and long,

There are nights of tears and broken dreams,

When we can't find a song.

The clouds can gather overhead,

And hide the sun we know,

But through the storm a promise waits,

And yet the flowers still will grow.

And yet the flowers still will grow,

Though rain falls cold and deep,

The Father sees the path ahead,

And every tear we weep.

He knows the ending from the start,

The joy beyond the pain we know,

So when the skies are dark with rain,

Remember flowers still will grow.

You cannot run from every storm,

Or hide from every tear,

Trouble comes to every soul,

To every heart down here.

But every field that blooms in spring,

Has weathered winds that blow,

And every petal tells the tale,

That flowers need the rain to grow.

And yet the flowers still will grow,

Though rain falls cold and deep,

The Father sees the path ahead,

And every tear we weep.

He knows the ending from the start,

The joy beyond the pain we know,

So when the skies are dark with rain,

Remember flowers still will grow.

There are days we do not understand,

Why the heart must break this way,

Why prayers seem to linger there,

And answers seem delayed.

But every seed beneath the earth,

Must wait before it shows,

And in the darkness life is stirred,

Before the flowers grow.

So hold on through the falling rain,

Though the thunder shakes your soul,

The Gardener has not left the field,

He's still in full control.

The tears you shed are not in vain,

They're watering seeds below,

And in His time you'll surely see,

Why the flowers had to grow.

God sees the valleys waiting there,

And mountains still unseen,

He sees the sorrow yet to come,

And every place between.

But He also sees the blossoms bright,

That only He can know,

The beauty waiting after storms,

Where fields of grace will grow.

And yet the flowers still will grow,

Though storms may shake the land,

The One who formed the universe,

Still holds us in His hand.

So when the rain comes pouring down,

And grief becomes your road,

Remember no flower blooms at all,

Without the rain God chose.

The rain won't last forever,

Though sometimes it feels so long,

Beyond the clouds the sunlight waits,

Beyond the night a song.

And when the season turns at last,

You'll see what God could see all along—

That flowers grow because of rain,

And beauty rises strong.