Joy Is Like The Rain

I saw raindrops on my window
Joy is like the rain.
Laughter runs across my pain
Slips away and comes again.
Joy is like the rain.

I saw clouds upon a mountain
Joy is like a cloud;
Sometimes silver, sometimes gray,
Always sun not far away.
Joy is like a cloud.

I saw Christ in wind and thunder,
Joy is tried by storm.
Christ asleep within my boat,
whipped by wind, yet still afloat.
Joy is tried by storm.

I saw raindrops on my window
Joy is like the rain.
Bit by bit the river grows,
Till at once it overflows.
Joy is like the rain.

Composer: Miriam Therese Winter (b. 1938)

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