The mystery of life is a wonder to me, A joy and a sorrow, a hope and a fear; A dream and a reality, a yesterday, today, And a tomorrow that's waiting to be.
The joy of life is the sunshine and flowers, The song of the birds and the rippling streams; The laughter of children and happy hours, And the love of friends that are true and seem.
The sorrow of life is the pain and the tears, The partings and losses, the hopes that are dead; The shadows that fall on the brightest years, And the darkness that hides the unknown ahead.
But through it all, I believe, there is a plan, A purpose divine, that will work out right; And though we may not understand it all, We can trust in the love that is over us night.
So let us live our lives in the sunshine and flowers,
And sing the songs of the birds and the rippling streams;
And laugh with the children and be happy hours,
And love our friends with a love that is true and seems.
And though there be pain and sorrow and tears, And partings and losses, and hopes that are dead, Let us trust in the love that is over us night, And believe that the mystery of life is a wonder to be read.
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