Poetry From The Heart by Barbara Ann Smith
Watching The Clouds
I love to watch the clouds glide by
against a beautiful blue sky.
They fascinate me so much,
I watch for hours, it's not enough.
They float around with such grace,
I look for His Heavenly Face.
I wonder if - He's gliding along,
until He's ready to call us home.
I vision seeing Him in the clouds,
with outstretched arms standing proud.
A golden robe glistening bright,
to watch us come home in flight.
against a beautiful blue sky.
They fascinate me so much,
I watch for hours, it's not enough.
They float around with such grace,
I look for His Heavenly Face.
I wonder if - He's gliding along,
until He's ready to call us home.
I vision seeing Him in the clouds,
with outstretched arms standing proud.
A golden robe glistening bright,
to watch us come home in flight.
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Watching The Clouds
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