The clouds are grey with no silver lining,
But I know He restoreth my soul.
The sun today, is dully reclining,
Yet He saveth me from woe.
The bad in this world may quickly be climbing,
But He, my heart, does know.
In the end, this world, to Him will be repining.
(This is a re-write of Psalm 23 in poetry form.)
1 thought on “The Clouds Are Grey”
That is so sweet. Nice job