sky

the sky is gray
the snow is falling
i miss you
that is why i
am calling

sometimes it seems
the day is dreary
you say you will be near
but i am still leary

why when at the lowest
you seem not to be here
I know you are near
if you were only clear

my world is foggy
everyone is unkind
i look for you
so I can unwind

sometimes when i pray
you r right there
then others i feel
i get nowhere

God is in control
and knows the plans
of man
why do I question
just because i can