As dark clouds, form,

And storm rage,

Where winds ripped,

The pureness of a temple

And no one sees,

The depths of the heart,

Keep on.

In the mist of a deep,

Darkest moment,

Knit with mixture of,

Sorrows, confusion, and pain,

has hurt seems to devour,

A smile, keep on.

When the ‘quiet’ moment,

Never seems to come,

And laughter is unapparent

To a face unrest,

With years of season woes,

See the light, see the light,

See the light, see the light,

Of his power, and keep on!

©2007 Maxine Foster