Clear Skies

I try to soar without a fear,

Letting faith be my guide,
But there are days when I just want
To hunker down and hide.
It’s in those days that I reach out,
My need drives me to call
To ask You to lift me again,
Or catch me when I fall.
And every time I say that prayer,
Humbled by worry’s wraith,
I find You’ve cleared the skies enough
For me to find my faith.
 
Isaiah 57:14
And it will be said: “Build up, build up, prepare the road! Remove the obstacles out of the way of my people.”