When all of heaven seems filled with clouds and rain
when love seems to render betrayal and abuse
when the world seems a barrel of greed and madness
a streak of bliss tends to appear from an unknown place
Sometimes it is a small spot of blue with a sunny ray
Sometimes it is a word of hope, a word of truth
Sometimes it is a miniature gift of love, of gladness
It’s like a slap on the back, a bliss, a little grace
When all seems dark, blue or filled with gloom
On a spot along our way, a flower will bloom
There is no doom, no storm that is big enough
To become immune to God’s always-present love
Let us fall in tune…
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