Cloud's
Cloud's
By: Tom Wright
9/8/98
O Lord,
That I might paint a cloud.
With Your Sky for canvas
it would sing aloud.
With a Rainbow for color,
could I fail?
Lord, guide my brush
lest Hell assail.
O gates of Hell,
withdraw, let me be.
Open not in my presence,
I've naught for thee.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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