" AFTER THE RAIN" Living inside gray clouds Moistened with my own tears; Blue skies beyond my finger tips Life's storms are brewing here. Stirring up confusion And all types of strife in me; I know there's shelter deep within So in it's refuge I shall seek. I'm merely holding on to it A fine line that keeps me sane; Lord, I can't cross over it There's joy after the rain.
" AFTER THE RAIN" Living inside gray clouds Moistened with my own tears; Blue skies beyond my finger tips Life's storms are brewing here. Stirring up confusion And all types of strife in me; I know there's shelter deep within So in it's refuge I shall seek. I'm merely holding on to it A fine line that keeps me sane; Lord, I can't cross over it There's joy after the rain.