Set Free

July 29, 2020

The cloudy days are in between,
Not stormy, yet no skies are seen.

A hazy fog, a humid gray,
Sometimes with sun it burns away.

I pray the fog will not invade
My soul, that it inside will fade.

I pray my spirit sees the blue
That lies beyond. I know it’s true.

I’m not confined inside my head.
It’s up to me to choose instead.

I pray my spirit soars on high
Beyond the gloom into the sky,

To spread my wings, float on the breeze,
Beyond the clouds, above the trees.

I thank you Lord you set me free.
I know your love, your care for me.