There is always sunshine
after any storm,
Coldest heart, through patience,
It will soon turn warm.

You can surely conquer
the sharpest of pain,
Smiling throughout troubles,
dancing in the rain.

All the winds of worries
that are passing by,
Will soon turn to stories
of your faith so high.

All the arid deserts
and the barren hills,
Will soon turn to waters
and delightful thrills.

Soon, the wars and hatred,
The fight to be first,
It will be songs sacred
and a holy thirst.

Full of beauty, splendor,
like flowers in bloom,
Soon we'll be in glory,
With our Prince and Groom.