In Tune

When all of heaven seems filled with clouds and rain when love seems to render betrayal and abuse when the world seems a barrel of greed and madness a streak of bliss tends to appear from an unknown place Sometimes it is a small spot of blue with a sunny ray Sometimes it is a word of hope, a word of truth Sometimes it is a miniature gift of love, of gladness It's like a slap on the back, a bliss, a little grace When all seems dark, blue or filled with gloom On a spot along our way, a flower will bloom There is no doom, no storm that is big enough To become immune to God's always-present love Let us fall in tune…