every cloud has a silver lining

We lie, we get angry, we get jealous. I forget about you. I like to depend on my own strength.

The greatest artist. You painted the horses, mountains, clouds and trees.

In what or whom is our centre of gravity located?

Joy is like the rain.

I saw raindrops on my window, Joy is like the rain.

Laughter runs across my pain, slips away and comes again.

Joy is like the rain.

I saw clouds upon a mountain, Joy is like a cloud.

Sometimes silver, sometimes grey, 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 raindrops on the river, Joy is like the rain.

Bit by bit the river grows, till at once it overflows.

Music by Sister Miriam Therese