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Between The Clouds
A slimmer glimmer of hope these days.
With thoughts misconstrued and mind's in a haze.
We look for help without reaching out.
For any chance we've got is clouded by doubt.
So we wander the streets hoping Jesus will see.
Through the eyes of an angel to help set us free.
As we fall and just lay there.
Empty of faith and lost in despair.
These souls here on earth who vanish and fade.
Are family and friends whose lot's been betrayed.
And things are not always as they might appear.
You think they look brave, but they live in fear.
A penny, a nickel, a dime or a quarter.
Just isn't enough to appease this disorder.
May God show his mercy in the final hour.
And reign down a miracle in a gentle shower.