The Season Is Changing
Spring is here with its rain,
shadowed by so much pain.
The storm will pass soon,
they never last.
I cry, I pray
through the looking glass.
When the storm ends,
the sun will be shining,
but my heart feels heavy
from so much crying.
God is here, and feels my pain.
He said lift your head up,
the season is changing.
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2015
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