by Kierra Sheard
Written by Walter Hawkins
God has not promised me sunshine,
that's not the way it's going to be;
but a little rain (a little rain)
mixed with God's own sunshine,
a little pain (a little pain),
makes me appreciate the good times.
God desires to fill your longings,
every pain that you feel,
He feels them, just like you (just like you);
but He can't afford to let you feel only good (only good),
if you can't appreciate the good times.
For it will be alright.