Wash my soul with Holy rain
Set my spirit free
Let me feel the cleansing flow
That comes only from Thee
Clouds that come may still obscure
The golden light of Peace
But my faith will still endure
For You set my Spirit free.
Glistening stars will hide my tears
As You set my spirit free
Mourning winds that sob and moan
Draw sorrow out from me
A glimpse of dawn in rain- washed sky
Black clouds turning pink
A breath of hope born from on high
More time to dream and think.
Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.
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