When gray clouds are hanging over me

raining memories best forgotten,

grief that I should never have known,

my day usually turns out rotten,

leaving me chilled and melancholy

and wallowing in remorse;

A gray cloud hanging over me,

nothing seems much worse…

But when I seek shelter from this storm

in my Savior, my heart starts to sing,

when I lean on Him, give my day to Him

it changes everything.

When I put the past behind me,

forgive that which once caused me pain

and sorrows and don’t hold grudges

soon the sun starts to shine again

and there are blue skies smiling over me

and joy comes ‘round a hundred fold.

When I’m not wadding through puddles of regret

or wallowing in old sorrows I still hold,

not drag ‘round all my yesterdays

and the past stew and fret,

worry the things once caused me grief,

sad times I would best forget,

when I find the courage and the strength

to lay the past to rest,

before long the gray clouds vanish

and the day grows warm and bright.

Learning to forgive the past

makes today’s burdens light.

When gray skies hover over me

it’s best to pack the past away.

We can’t go back, undo the hurts,

relive one yesterday.

Each time I toss out a hurt

that space fills as with sparkling gold

and some of life’s gray gets washed away

as joy flows in a hundred fold.

Don’t let the past muddy up your life,

cause chilled, damp, gray days;

we’ve made it through, no turning back,

we can’t change it anyway.

We can hear, say I’m sorry ten thousand times,

but what is already done, is done.

Pick up the pieces and keep moving on

with your face turned toward the Son.