Gray Skies

The world may be a dark sky

But God you're still my bright light.

You shine through the gray,

like the sun shines in May.


My old friends may give me weird looks,

but Lord I cheer up reading your book.

Your Word has more power,

than a mighty King in his tower.


I look, to You, for the truth behind lies.

I look, to You, even when my loved ones die.

I look, to You, to be Your singer and dancer.

I look, to God, who has all the answers!

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