Storm clouds block the sun’s bright rays.
It seems I’m walking through a maze.
I look ahead and see a light,
That leads me from this dismal plight.
I see success and happiness,
And feel the Lord’s warm, sweet caress.
How blessed I am, now I can see,
The love God always gives to me.
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