It's misty and it's raining
But I'm not one who does much complaining
As the mist comes in, before the rain starts to fall
I hold my head up and there are no stars
Just the mist and the rain falls
As a child, I would cry when the dark clouds, would roll by,
And I didn't see a beautiful blue sky,
But now I smile,
No more tears, no more cries
I realize how our trees grown so tall
When our wonderful God, Lets his rain fall
No matter how dark
I realize God always does his work
Sometimes it's cloudy
And sometimes it's dark
But God always does his part
By Kim Green
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