When your head is bowed in sorrow
And your soul is out of tune,
When the prospects of tomorrow
Are behind a veil of gloom,
Can't you see the light beyond it--
Just a glimmer of the prize?
Keep a groping and you'll find it
Just a blessing in disguise.
Did you ever climb the mountain,
Weary, sore-foot and afraid
You would never reach the fountain
On the summit in the shade?
Then a sudden glint of glory
Seemed to flash before your eyes,
And the sequel to the story--
'Twas a blessing in disguise.
Courage is the only asset
That will conquer in the fight
If you have the will to mass it
On the lines of truth and right.
And when at last victorious,
From the conflict you arise,
You'll reap a harvest glorious
From your blessings in disguise.
