Change can be a frightening thing,
A dark and looming sky;
Often it comes cascading in
And we don’t know quite why.
Like rain, change bursts out of the blue
And hammers dust to mud;
It thunders through your quiet world
And sends chills through your blood.
But change will lead to clearing skies
In sweeter shades of blue;
Rainbows remind you once again
That God will see you through.
So when the sky turns grey from blue
Don’t quake in fear and cry,
Put on your rubber boots and dance
Beneath the changing sky.
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