So, most of you have probably never read any of my poetry. Here's my latest song.

On the Rainy days


Grey clouds crowd together above my head.
On days like this, it seems like the whole world is dead.
I think about the night after the fish and the bread,
When the disciples mistook you for a person long dead.
The wind was against them, they were worked to the bone.
But you walked across the water in the mist and the foam.
When your disciple lost faith, he sunk like a stone,
But you pulled him up, you didn't leave him alone.

Jesus, in this storm, I will sing your praise.
Let me bring you glory in all my days.
Help me to follow in all of you ways.
I sing your praise on the rainy days.

I don't know what I'm doing or where my life is going.
It seems the world is speeding up while I conitnue slowing.
I stumble 'round not knowing. I guess that I've stopped growing.
Even though I try to hide, my sin is out there showing.
I can't continue going in circles forever.
I don't know how much longer I can bear this weather.
The storm is so rough. Right now it's worse than ever.
I fell I'll be blown in the wind just like an eagle's feather.

But Jesus, in this storm, help me sing your praise.
Let me bring you glory in all my days.
Help me to follow in all of your ways.
I sing your praise on the rainy days.

Tell me what you think

Hang loose,
Moses