“Joy is Like the Rain”

I saw raindrops on my window, Joy is like the rain.
Laughter runs across my pain, slips away and come 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 raindrop on the river Joy is like the rain.
Bit by bit the river grows, til all at once it over flows. Joy is like the rain.

Medical Mission Sisters