Out of the grey and drizzly day
The rat-a-tat-tatting on the roof
Inside of my darkened home
I fell so dreary and aloof.
Though I do not come this way
Willingly by conscious choice
So it is as I face this day
I must stand and raise my voice!
For I’d rather that, out of the blue,
Feel joy and great anticipation
Of what this day could possibly bring
Upon my further observation.
For is this not, as each before,
A day the Lord has made?
And won’t He take this mourning
Giving me dancing as a trade?
So I will step out of the grey
Into the light of God my King.
And I will choose to stand and shout
And dance and jump and laugh and sing!