The mist was thick across the bay,
The sunlight dimmed to grey,Yet still he carried on in flight
With faith he’d find the way.
I need to learn to face this life
With that much faith each day.
Then I will not allow the mists
To slow me on my way.
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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