I awake with clouds of gray
Hanging over this head of mine
Skies are gloomy, sad looking
Upon my face
It feels if there is no way
To make the sun shine
Or to hear the birds sing
Searching for God’s grace
At the end of the day
Hoping God will give me a sign
Just a small ping
If it is only to embrace
When I bow my head to pray
Knowing His love is divine
He will take this aching
Heart and replace it
I can say
That today will be fine
And the birds will sing
The clouds will erase
And the sun will shine
Upon my face
© 2014 J.A.