The clouds roll in
weather begins to change.
Dirt begins to blow
then comes the rain.
The night turns cold
the rain turns to snow.
The sunshine brings light to the
fresh fallen snow.
A blanket of white
covering the old.
The clouds are our troubles.
Wind, the turmoil we are in.
The dirt, the sin that we hide with in.
The rain our tears,
our hearts are sometimes cold.
The rain and mud is covered by the snow,
so is our sin through the love of our Lord.
The blanket of white, our lives brand new.
something God wants for me and for you!
I am so thankful for the clouds
that bring strife,
It makes us thankful and opens our eyes.
Thank you Lord for our weathered lives,
But thank you most for
the blanket of white!
By,
KC
02/26/2010