Through the clouds that gather over,
I can seen a glimpse of light,
And it shines with eternal glory there,
In the darkness of the night.
It must be the light of Jesusí love,
Showing me it will be all right,
And He will bring me through it all,
If I help Him in the fight.
The clouds at times, are heavy,
And it shuts out all the view,
Of all the sparkling beauty here,
That God made for me and you.
Even though the clouds do linger,
Leaving not a hope in sight,
Itís then the love of light of Jesus,
Makes everything turn bright.
Ann Hart ©