Gathering storm clouds,
times of trouble...
Clouds of anguish and self-doubt
have tried to block my life’s path In Woolly confusion.
They’ve almost shut God out.
But thank You My Father
Like the wind that chases the storm clouds away,
In prayer my view is slowly clearing,
Though tearful...... concern drifts away.
Once again I have come to this moment.
I realize as before, that complete giving to You
Is the only way to unlock the door,
To free my spirit.
Only complete TRUST makes my vision
Although still wispy those problems clouds
I now KNOW I will see them through.
Praise the Lord!