I much prefer days blue, not brown.
Sometimes when days just wear me down,
My smile seems painted like a clown.
Lord lift me up, Your plan reveal.
When news of heartache, toil, and strife
Becomes a major part of life,
When healthy days evade my wife,
I pray dear Lord, please help her heal.
Lord give us eyes to see the blue,
Cling to Your love we know is true.
No matter what we’re going through,
We follow You, to You we yield.
We live by faith, not how we feel.
Our faith is strong. Your love is real.