GREY DAYS

The day it started dull and grey
I went out, to walk and pray,
I sang to Him some songs of praise
my heart and soul to Him to raise.

Sombre though the day may be
I rejoice in Him, He makes me see,
above the clouds, the sun still shines
for I am His and He is mine.

So in times, when things are bad
I won’t let my heart be sad,
I’ll ever thank Him for the way
He cares for me each precious day.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 01, 2000