Awake

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.