When sorrow comes in sheer surprise

And suddenly a storm does rise

Jesus still is at the helm

Working good from Heaven’s realm.

 

Rest, dear child, and deeply know

I will carry it in tow

Nothing is too hard for Me

It is well for you to sleep.

 

When you rise and morning glows

You might catch under the snow

A tiny seed that has been sown

Sprouting life from Glory’s home.