A Sunday morning has come once more.

I stand with coffee in hand and look out the door.

The skies are gray today promising to give rain.

The air is silent with no sound to refrain.

I watch the clouds which form a ceiling over head.

Though the sun does not shine brightly I feel no dread.

It is toward the end of August and autumn is on its way.

I am lead to live and enjoy today and each day.

Come rain or come shine I know peace from within.

Rains may come and go and then come again.

My joy does not depend itself upon the weather.

My joy comes from faith for they stand together.

Send the rain if rain must come my way.

I will rejoice in the rain and simply praise God for the day.

Let not gray skies cause you to grieve.

God’s blessings will overcome for those who believe.

Praise him loud and with all your heart.

Take comfort for his strength to you God will impart