by Jim Rapp
But rather gravity that's waiting while
The time of mirth is passing by;
With joy and mirth it coexists, and stands in line,
Awaiting patiently, the time to mourn.
Forbids us not, to joy and sing,
But bids us, to the mourner, comfort lend;
To weep with those whose bitter tears
Are being "bottled" by our God;
To ache, and grieve, and share the fears
Of those who tremble under sin's harsh rod.
When life is hard and sometimes wearisome;
Even then will joy abide.
When one would seem to take control, the other then replies;
And balance is maintained in what he sees and does.
And knows there is a work for each to do;
That each can bring him gladness.