Days of Gray
Days of gray have been somber. My prayer has struggled for a voice. The storms rage trying to weaken my foundation. My tears have become a dry river bed. My thoughts are held in the grip of the world, twisted by the complacency of a sinful nature. Days of darkness, days of bitter wine and dense shadows are not without value when the eastern sky glows and the Lord calls me into the light. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author