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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