Don't Think; Sleep Tomorrow's Flower Buds
Don't think; when the wailing valley wind on the ridge drives the shivering leaflets from the trees,
think that all is not over: the rainy season will return
you will see the buds, leaves, and flowers.
Don't think; when the earth grows cold and closed,
and the weary birds above mourn,
don't think that all is over: God still lives
Praise and sunshine will return.
Don't think; when your heart is empty and gloomy,
when your precious hope grows cold and gloomy,
don't think that all is over: God has mercy on you.
He will wipe away every tear.
Don't think; crying for just one night won't last.
God will eventually bring morning.
in the cold buds of every rainy season,
sleep tomorrow's flower buds.
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