We had blowing snow a few minutes ago, and now bright sunshine. It reminded me of this old hymn, and of the pretty tulips, daffodils and forsythia in my son's yard in KC last spring.
Like the sunshine after rain,
Like a rest that follows pain,
Like a hope returned again,
Is the peace that Jesus gives.
Like the soft, refreshing dew,
Like a rosy daybreak new,
Like a friendship tender, true,
Is the peace that Jesus gives.
Oh, the peace that Jesus gives
Never dies; it always lives.
Like the music of a psalm,
Like a glad, eternal calm,
Is the peace that Jesus gives,
Haldor Lillenas, 1885-1959