The Mist

I know that You are out there, Lord,

Beyond the stress filled haze,
But sometimes I lose track of You
In the craziest days.
 
I know that You can still see me,
Though I lose track of You.
That’s all that I hold on to, Lord,
When the mist rolls on through.
 
But I need to admit the mist
Is not Your work, but mine.
It’s me that lets the worries cloud
The Grace that You let shine.
 
So if You’ll burn the mist away
Just one more time for me,
I’ll try to trust You faithfully
And keep my skies mist free!