The Clouds may be Grey
The Clouds may be Grey
The clouds may be grey
May be white, may be black
But at last a small gap
Let’s the blue sky shine through.
No life without light
The first thing God made
The sun is his gift.
Source of every good thing.
We are favoured and blessed
While we live on this Earth
Deserving the worst
God has given us his best.
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