Things often come to pass,
but seldom do they ever last.
They come into our busy day
for a while, and then pass away.
We hear their voices, loud and clear,
when they arrive and while they are here.
They speak both joy and misery,
some to you and some to me.
We say, “It came to pass,”
Or say, “It happened so fast.”
Down life’s beaten path
comes both love and wrath.
So say goodbye to sad and blue,
to all that is now troubling you.
For things will come, only to pass,
but God’s love will always last.