The blanket of gray is ever above me.
Hey clouds! Move away so I can see!
My vision is a tempest,
Like the faith of Israel in the wilderness
Fickle in its scope.
LORD be my hope,
Move these clouds and this test!
I am sorry for being weak,
Send the SUN, and by your SON
I can best the clouds this week!
Amen
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