My faith tells me in stormy weather
The sun will always come through;
My faith tells me, though roses wither,
They soon will blossom anew.

Faith can move mountains, and so I know
Winter snow will melt to greet the Springtime.

My faith tells me a baby's laughter
Is heard by angels on high.
Every night I pray, and when I do,
Then my faith tells me prayers come true!

Faith can brighten the darkest day,
Keep fears at bay and light the way to heaven.

My faith tells me the corn in Summer
Is painted gold by the sun.

Every night I pray, and when I do,
Then my faith tells me prayers come true!