so i might as well
write about the clouds today
lately more than a few
have come my way
but
hey
why do i think
that it has to
always go
my way
clouds
gray
lately they seem to stay
these uninvited guests
well
even when i try my best
to pretend
they just won't rest
until tears reappear
tearing through
my gray
gray
mind
oh i wonder if
i will ever find
a way
through
all the clouds
and all
the
gray
oh cardinal
is there a prayer for me
wrapped up
in all your music
and melody
through the gray
the notes they fly
to find the light
they tell my soul
that it’s okay
to take a stroll
through
all the clouds
and all
the
gray
and just stay
wait
and
pray
uncertainty disorientation a gray shadow blankets the light confusion an opaque spirit descends in my mind and tries to dislodge hope from my soul it nearly succeeds
turn to the left turn to the right turn around move stay still speak remain silent try surrender everything matters and nothing does i can’t focus on the next step what kind of morning is this what kind of dawn haunts me
i think i’ll wait i choose to listen my Maker is near and He whispers through the diffused shadows of my fear He sings through the longing in my tears and in this moment nothing has changed the struggle remains so i yield to this moment and trust in His mysterious love
lift up your eyes
oh weary one
and let His love
clothe the lies
mend the wounds
and sing over you
lift up your eyes
oh sacred soul
you matter more
than anyone knows
let His grace
lift your head
you bear His image
be at peace
be at peace
lift up your eyes
oh shame filled one
and let His presence
surround the sorrow
all the monochrome
guilt and shame
will be restored
in the color
of His deliverance
in the brilliance
of His countenance
in the suffering
of His love
lift up your eyes
be at peace
and rest
be at peace
and rest
gentle words are a tree of life* is there gentleness in your heart today kindness in your soul meekness in the tones of your voice
what impact do we have on others do we justify the very attitude in us that we condemn in others do we demonstrate the very hate we call out in others gentle words are a tree of life
are we willing to love before we declare how right we are do we see our blindness as we call out for justice and judgement all the while marginalizing diminishing tearing down feeling so good all because we possess unquestionable wisdom gentle words are a tree of life
and pride will be our ruin each of us deceived holding out our torch of truth for others beckoning the world to listen and follow content with the darkness inside our hearts gentle words are a tree of life
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