I learn as the years roll forward
And leave the past behind,
That much I have counted sorrow
But proves our God is kind;
That many a flower I longed for
Had a hidden thorn of pain,
And many a rugged by-path
Led to fields of grain.
I learn as the years roll forward
And leave the past behind,
That much I have counted sorrow
But proves our God is kind;
That many a flower I longed for
Had a hidden thorn of pain,
And many a rugged by-path
Led to fields of grain.
Seeing! Eighty- four years has slipped quickly by, I have seen sadness, I have seen times of joy; I have seen make me laugh, And have enjoye...