ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER
Some days seem all out of focus, the clouds turn our vision dim.
God’s masterful plan seems hidden, doubt colors the shades so grim,
We lose control and we wonder if relief will ever come,
We struggle, we falter, we cry, we beat a different drum.
Still clouds will swiftly move over, making way for the bright sun,
The brilliance will overtake them, consuming each single one,
When grey skies inhabit our lives, when gloom and doom wont let go,
We wonder if we can endure, or will the waiting be slow.
Each day brings another challenge, we wonder how it will end,
Will we learn to weather the storms we simply don’t comprehend.
There is a way to get through it, it’s simple and yet so hard,
Our God is our great defender, our personal bodyguard.
You can wipe away the cobwebs, and clean up the windows too,
But only God can bring the Son, clearing up the fuzzy view,
Put your faith in His protection, He will never let you down,
He takes your hand and walks with you, He gives you a royal crown.