Little flowers never worry

When the wind begins to blow

And they never, never cry

When the rain begins to fall

Though it’s wet and also cold

Soon the sun will shine again

And they’ll smile unto the world

For their beauty to behold

So let it rain, let it rain, let it pour

Let trouble keep knocking at my door

If we’ll learn the right from wrong

It will help to make us strong

When the clouds begin to gather

And that old wind begins to blow

Little flowers don’t complain

Though they are tossing to and fro

We’ll I guess I’ve learned the secret

That only little flowers know

If it never, never rains

Then we’ll never, never grow

So let it rain, let it rain, let it pour

Let trouble keep knocking at my door

If we’ll learn the right from wrong

It will help to make us strong

If it never, never rains

Then we’ll never, never grow…

“My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.” – James 1:2-4

Truly, into this life some rain must fall…🌧 It will help to make us grow in faith.

CTTO 🎼🎶🎵: John Benson/Heritage Singers