Gray Skies

My soul has been gray, as the sky today, for this move has taken me back to lost times.

My spirit believes, yet gray souls encroach, with hope slipping into the dreary sky.

So now as I stop and sit and understand, I set you free, my spirit, to fly above this gray mass.

Fly, high above, into the bright and warm and comforting rays of the glorious sun.

Fly my spirit, where joy and peace and hope and love embrace again.

Come my Spirit, let’s remember… promises, comfort, strength, and love.

Come my God, with refreshing joy, and soar my soul and spirit high.

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