Pray Poem by Julie Drost

It’s a dropp dead weary nothing kind of day
and all that I can do to make it better is to pray.
The sun is somewhere underneath a cloud
and I am just another face within another crowd.
But still my heart will stand and testify
I’ll shout my praises up into the sky.
Thank God that there is light after the storm.
Thank Him that he is able to transform
the darkest night into the brightest day
And all that I can do to thank Him, is to pray.