Wake up deserving eyes
to the image that you see...

The rain may fall
in times of strife...

Count your every blessing
when you are in despair...

Outside my bedroom window
a pine tree rests its bark...

A cloud takes shape,
I ponder the skies...

Prayer is a beacon,
a guide towards the light...

A light shines down
warm on your head...

A voice came to my head
to say some words for me...

Loud booms of thunder
brings with it dark rain...

Mother's Day is missing
the best one I have known...

Be aware of the good
in times of sorrow...

Lord be the rain that wakes me
when caught in a bad dream...