CLOUDS

Pillows of serenity, a wondrous sight  
For all to see
Silken spun like Angel hair, floating
Softly in the air

The birds that soar with wings alone
Have something we have never known
The peace, the feeling of being free
Oh God, it’s You for all to see
                                
Now why can’t we, ever  understand,
The mystery of God’s given plan
I stop; I try, to no avail,
but His Majesty will never fail