Clouds
Sometimes there's a cloud Hanging over me No matter where I look Despair is all I see. I ask God to remove, The gloom in my way But, it remains no matter How hard I try to pray. The feeling is somber, Disheartening to say the least And I know it is coming From Satan that old beast. For he wants me to be, Discouraged and joyless He loves to make me feel Rejected and hopeless. Lord, sometimes there's a cloud Dampening my view But it simply dissipates The more I think of You. Psalm 94:19 In the multitudes of my thoughts Within me They comforts delight my soul.