Many would say this is a dreary day.
Yet, I see the glory of Thee.
In the charcoal gray of the clouds you lay,
There is a hint of white in the fray.
And off into the distance a misty pink slides in.
The moisture in the air is your breath,
Breathing life into each and every living thing.
You nourish the world I see with your essence within the rain,
Your life giving love is flowing free through everything.
And there in the tree is a community nourished by Thee.
Your magnificence is the life within,
From the tiniest of bugs that borrows deep
To the family of squirrels that run and play
On the limbs that sway.
The birds that nest and sing to Thee
All rejoice in the glory of this day
And thank you Lord for the nourishing gray.
God Is I Am 