The sun was sinking on all my plans

and clouds seemed to block the sky,

distressed, I lay my head in my hands

and waited for life to pass by....

 

 

til

I

heard a voice

in

my

heart

 

 

Of the One whose thinking is not like man's

He who loved me enough to die,

who lifted my eyes, saying "Look again,

all your clouds are part of my sky!".

​

Jenny Crooks (Glazebrook)

1997