My heart can sing when I pause to remember
A
heartache here is but a stepping stone
Along
the trail that’s winding always upward,
This
troubled world is not my final home.
Refrain
2
The
things of earth will dim and lose their value
If
we recall they’re borrowed for awhile;
And
things of earth that cause the heart to tremble,
Remembered
there will only bring a smile.