A CLOUDY DAY
A cloudy day, I wonder why
This makes me sad. The heavy sky
Reflects my mood; a cheerless day
It seems to be so hard to pray.
Then just before the darkness comes
The cloud lifts and the day becomes
An easier burden for my soul to bear.
Patches of blue begin to appear
Across the sky, and through them come
The last rays of the dying sun
And suddenly the sky reveals
The majesty of God that heals
Our ailing spirits in their pain
And it is possible to smile again.
Across the sky in glorious hue
Of rose and purple, gold and blue
Spreads out the miracle of God’s grace
The glory of our Father’s face.
In all our moods and trails He holds
Us in his hand. As life unfolds
We have the assurance of God’s care
And He will all our troubles share.
A CLOUDY DAY
A cloudy day, I wonder why
This makes me sad. The heavy sky
Reflects my mood; a cheerless day
It seems to be so hard to pray.
Then just before the darkness comes
The cloud lifts and the day becomes
An easier burden for my soul to bear.
Patches of blue begin to appear
Across the sky, and through them come
The last rays of the dying sun
And suddenly the sky reveals
The majesty of God that heals
Our ailing spirits in their pain
And it is possible to smile again.
Across the sky in glorious hue
Of rose and purple, gold and blue
Spreads out the miracle of God’s grace
The glory of our Father’s face.
In all our moods and trails He holds
Us in his hand. As life unfolds
We have the assurance of God’s care
And He will all our troubles share.