If Only We Could See
When grief and loneliness form dark clouds, they're really shielding
Giving us time to cry our pain and remember those precious to
There'll come a dawn when we'll awake, but only when we're ready,
And then those protective, sheltering clouds will move at a pace
We'll know the darkness brought healing and rest - wisdom from
down through the centuries.
We'll see blue skies again, some day, and with them precious memories.
Joan Adams Burchell