Winter always gives in to spring
Spring ushers in the long awaited summer
But I keep the never say never die attitude
A new season should be expected at all times
Even though the storm is high up there raging
I can see the sun shine when the storm is over
God has another victory in the nearest future
I know my later days will be better than my past
Nearly all we are going through is a turbulent
Transportation to get to another glorious town
Those darkest hours will fade out fast
When one door closes, God will surely open
Another door as well as sometimes a window
And then a ventilator that will grow a bigger
Opportunity into one like a mustard tree
Outlasting with overcoming and a go again
With greater results into those victories
A get ready spirit into dreams coming true
A new season of growth and a heave of a sigh
That at this chosen time; this too has passed.
