Clouds'

I see a bird-a cat-a wagon-a squirrel, A building- a mouse- a good looking girl' Something different may catch your eye, As we watch the clouds roll by. The cloud that stands out from all the rest, Are those present as the sun sets in the west. Rimmed with fire in the late day sky. Slowly we watch the clouds roll by. Having traveled above them, they seem so small, Like puffy little cotton balls. Yeah, we've looked at the clouds from both sides now, both Judy and I. But we enjoy watching clouds roll by. Most of what comprises nature's scene, We can't comprehend with our finite "bean." Yet, someday, from Heaven, perhaps you and I Can- from above-watch clouds roll by' Storm clouds amaze me with their majestic faces, (As long as I know where a safe place is') When we get Home we'll see such things from another view, And we'll know their Creator greatly loves us too. I'm hoping it may occur real soon, When I get to see the Son (and the backside of the moon). But, for now, I'll dream of my mansion on High, Laying here watching the clouds roll by. Art Ball (H.S.L.P. January 19, 2006