It seems that clouds
Too often block the sun.
But I have seen the sun
And so I know it's there.

It seems that cold winds
Under cloudy skies
Too often chill my bones,
But I have felt the warmth
Of sunshine when it breaks.

It seems that clouds
Of sin too often block the Son.
But I have known the Son
And so I know he's there.

It seems that winds
Of pride and hurt
Too often chill our lives,
But we have felt the Peace of God
When we allow his will.

Having been a cloud myself,
Hindering the love of God,
I ask forgiveness as I try
To break - allowing God's love through.