What melts the clouds of sadness,
That seems to forever hang —
Is it Your smile?
And wild words warm, they but seem to slip as soon as they’re sung,
Surely, it's Your everlasting presence,
Even when I dumbfoundingly declare: I’m done!
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 8:42 PM UTC
What melts the clouds of sadness,
That seems to forever hang —
Is it Your smile?
And wild words warm, they but seem to slip as soon as they’re sung,
Surely, it's Your everlasting presence,
Even when I dumbfoundingly declare: I’m done!
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