PAINTED SKIES

There she sits once again, under black painted skies.
broken hearted, lost and alone,
With no one there to hear her cries.
She’s been searching for love in all the wrong places,
But now no longer wants to see their faces.

There she sits, under black painted skies,
With no one to hear, she cries;
How can the skies be painted white
when there is nothing pure in sight?

She looks to the heavens searching for the glory of God,
but can’t even see the works of His hands.
Everything is blurred by the tears in her eyes.
She only sees water color painted skies.

There she sits, under black painted skies,
Broken hearted, lost, and alone,
With no one to hear, she cries;
Show me your love, show me you care,
Light up my eyes,
I want to see white painted skies.

There she sits, under black painted skies,
Broken hearted, lost, and alone,
Never knowing that He was always there to hear her cries.
As she sits there, He enlightens her eyes,

She looks to the heavens to see the golden sun rising,
Mesmerized by its beauty,
Her eyes follow the works of His hands.
The sun paints the morning skies with its beaming gold rays,
And the black painted skies slowly fade away,
For they were never meant to stay.

The skies slowly turn pure white,
As the sun’s rays reach across the heavens.
And the sun‘s warm rays pour down upon her face,
Drying her tears,
And taking away all her fears,
She looks to the heavens searching for the glory of God,
With her sight no longer blurred by the tears in her eyes,
She can see the works of His hands.

There she sits, under white painted skies,
Loved and cared for with enlightened eyes,
And now, everyone can hear her joyful cries;
“How beautiful it is to see white painted skies,
With everything so pure in sight,
Oh, how I find such great delight,
I love you Lord, for you have heard my cries.”