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.

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