Damp dreary days, infringe on my psyche,
Dark puddles of doubt dim my view,
A forecast of gloom, seems very likely,
Gone are the Bright days which I knew.
Pleading with Heaven, for Light to Break free,
Reaching the man I’m destined to be.
Parting the clouds, blue sky in His hand,
Pouring out Grace on all that He’s planned.
(2023) Written By: Doug Cox
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