A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green
Though blackness comes,
and it will;
though vision is seared with haze,
and it is–
the stock in trade of soul-stealers;
there is light beyond the layers of doubt,
hope above the clouds.
In You , oh, Lord, do I put my trust . . .
As always your words and picture complement each other.
Thank you!