Clouds No More © Truitt 1995 The clouds move slowly across the sky As trees flow gently with the breeze. The winds of life can be so cold When one stands seemingly alone. Though all around us some things die, Life peaks through like sunshine Breaking through the darkest of times. The prayers of many upward fly Like birds yearning to be free. Yet, as waves, they rise so bold. Surely, we are not alone As answers come to our surprise, Bringing fresh new hopes to our lives. The clouds no more before our eyes.
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