Even as I woke up this morning, I was feeling very depressed. Whatever could go wrong, went wrong. My breathing became very labored, and I was having trouble walking. My wife pointed out that after the morning prayers, she has not heard me sing at all. But I was too tired and could not even open my mouth. Then I read this poem in one of my Daily Devotions and, I thank Lord for this message.
Last night I heard a robin singing in the rain,
And the raindrop’s patter made a sweet refrain,
Making all the sweeter the music of the strain.
So, I thought, when trouble comes, as trouble will,
Why should I stop singing? Just beyond the hill
It may be that sunshine floods the green world still.
He who faces the trouble with a heart of cheer
Makes the burden lighter. If there falls a tear,
Sweeter is the cadence in the song we hear.
I have learned your lesson, bird with dappled wing,
Listening to your music with its lilt of spring
When the storm-cloud darkens, then’s the TIME to sing.
— Eben E. Rexford