July 29, 2020
The cloudy days are in between,
Not stormy, yet no skies are seen.
A hazy fog, a humid gray,
Sometimes with sun it burns away.
I pray the fog will not invade
My soul, that it inside will fade.
I pray my spirit sees the blue
That lies beyond. I know it’s true.
I’m not confined inside my head.
It’s up to me to choose instead.
I pray my spirit soars on high
Beyond the gloom into the sky,
To spread my wings, float on the breeze,
Beyond the clouds, above the trees.
I thank you Lord you set me free.
I know your love, your care for me.