Not now, but in the coming years
It may be in a better land
We'll read the meaning of our tears
And there we'll understand.
God knows the way, He holds the key
He guides with unerring hand.
Sometime with tearless eyes we'll see.
Yes, there, up there we'll understand.
Then trust in God through all my days,
For not, for He does hold thy hand;
Though dark the way, still sing and priase,
Sometime, sometime we'll understand.
By Maxwell N. Cornelius