Blue skies slowly fading
beneath the cloud of doubt,
shadows of pain shading
trust, it begins to rout.
Sunrise glory not found
when searching in my lust,
love dies, without a sound
as hope begins to rust.
Scarred with a scarlet stain
bruised by my wounded heart,
lost in the pouring rain
not knowing where to start…
Needful of a Saviour
someone to set me free,
to give my life new flavor
Jesus came, to die for me.
Blue skies, now not dependent
on how I may be feeling,
in His grace, resplendent;
before His will, I'm kneeling.
blue skies rust
healed by grace,
His love trust
life embraced!