I often look into the sky
Each and every day,
Wondering what I might see
As clouds pass by my way.
Sometimes the clouds are sparse;
Not many to behold,
But other times, they’re thick and full
Rolled out much like a scroll.
So many things are in those clouds;
Bewildering my mind,
Oftentimes I can spend hours,
Musing at things I find.
Look, there’s a horse
And over here’s a dog;
It’s crazy what I see.
You might think I’m nuts,
But I know it’s not only me
You might say it’s a waste of time;
Looking into the sky,
But If we don’t something important
Might possibly pass us by.
What might be that important,
You question as you sigh.
Oh, dear friend, the Lord Himself,
For our redemption draweth nigh!
By: Larry Stump Jr.
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