Things Work Out

Because it rains when we wish it wouldn't,

Because men do what they often shouldn't,

Because crops fail, and plans go wrong-

Some of us grumble all day long.

But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt,

It seems at last that things work out.

Because we lose where we hoped to gain,

Because we suffer a little pain,

Because we must work when we'd like to play-

Some of us whimper along life's way.

But somehow, as day always follows the night,

Most of our troubles work out all right.

Because we cannot forever smile,

Because we must trudge in the dust awhile,

Because we think that the way is long-

Some of us whimper that life's all wrong.

But somehow we live and our sky grows bright,

And everything seems to work out all right.

So bend to your trouble and meet your care,

For the clouds must break, and the sky grow fair.

Let the rain come down, as it must and will,

But keep on working and hoping still.

For in spite of the grumblers who stand about,

Somehow, it seems, all things work out.

"These things I have spoken to you,

so that in Me you may have peace.

In the world you have tribulation, but take courage;

I have overcome the world."

{John 16:33}

Weeping may last for the night,

but a shout of joy comes in the morning.

{Psalm 30:5b}

{Poem by: Edgar Albert Guest}

{Photos by: Robert Doisneau}

Poem Credit: Things Work Out

Photo Credit: Le violoncelle sous la pluie, Paris

Photo Credit: Jacuqes Prevert Paris, 1955

Photo Credit: L'information scolaire, Paris

Photo Credit: Le Remorqueur du Champ de Mars