As dark clouds, form,
And storm rage,
Where winds ripped,
The pureness of a temple
And no one sees,
The depths of the heart,
Keep on.
In the mist of a deep,
Darkest moment,
Knit with mixture of,
Sorrows, confusion, and pain,
has hurt seems to devour,
A smile, keep on.
When the ‘quiet’ moment,
Never seems to come,
And laughter is unapparent
To a face unrest,
With years of season woes,
See the light, see the light,
See the light, see the light,
Of his power, and keep on!
©2007 Maxine Foster
