The Good Days


Shouting it Out

There come those days

When things seem better than alright.

The breeze clears your ways.

And it’s a bit easier to fight.

Looks like you can win

This war you’ve been raging.

The cold grasp of sin.

Doesn’t seem that daunting.

There come those days

When you hear the right words.

You know what to say

And make your voice heard.

Maybe everything isn’t perfect.

It feels like it is.

Let me be direct,

I pray for days like this.

There come those days

When you can hear God’s voice.

And come what may

You can hear him through the noise.

These days maybe rare,

But even on the bad ones,

Help me remember you care.

Even as time runs.

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