There must be an end to every storm
When the heavy clouds are torn asunder
And sunlight transforms rain into colour.
There must be an end to the storm
When the lightless thunder storm rolls away
Leaving all sparkling with a fresh newness.
There must be an end to the storm
Leaving behind rain pierced by sunbeams
And leaves sparkling with fresh vitality.
There must be an end to the storm
Where dark gloom gives way to brilliant rainbows
And rain edges towards forgetfulness.
There must be an end to the storm
No matter how dark and terrible the day
Its end is near and sunshine is waiting.
There must be an end to the storm
The temporal must e’er cede to the sun
And rainbows are born from sunlight and tears.
There must be an end to the storm
Gloomy doubting clouds of creativity
Yield to the publisher’s sunny blessing.
There must be an end to the storm
When overshadowing doubts and turmoil
Are pierced by the bright rays of God’s “Well done!”