- Written by Grace T. Lefever
When skies are clear,
And the sun comes o'er the meadow
God seems so near.
I talk to Him as I kneel in prayer,
He understands my every care.
At the dawning of a new day
Though skies are drear,
I still trust my heavenly Father
And have no fear.
I clasp His hand and He takes mine,
I resign my will to His divine.
And so together, throughout each day,
I follow Him, He leads the way.