Walking through this world I’m in
My vision full of black and gray
A subtle dark perpetrates everything I seem to think and say
How did I get here, and why do I stay?
Why does the world suddenly look so bleak and gray
There is no great crisis, none this day
Yet my soul seems to almost groan, as if in pain
Perhaps the storms of life have caused a wrongful change
For they did rock me, and still sometimes come
In their wake they leave me weary,
My mind in confusion, my feelings spun
Yet all of it combined cannot stay the rise of the shining sun
For there is too much blessing, too much love for this gray to last
Like rain His love pours, His blessings shower down
With it the love of my family, my friends, also rains down
In this gentle rain the black and gray is soon washed away
And afterwards, a beautiful rainbow shines in its place.
