Into each life there comes a friend
Whose love and compassion will never end.
Some days the enemy causes us woe
But we have victory when unto God we go.
Into each life there comes a dream
Some people are kind while others are mean.
Some days are filled with a bountiful supply
Which flows from the river that never runs dry.
Into each life there are valleys to cross
But God's people will never suffer loss.
Some days are filled with blessed sunshine