Head In the Clouds

HEAD IN THE CLOUDS By Roy Merritt Once there was boy who kept his head in the clouds He was trying to hear God by ignoring the crowds He was sick of the noise and the constant disdain The endless malice that was their refrain Forgive me folks he'd tell them quite loud I prefer my head up in a cloud I prefer to hear God to what you purport I prefer God to your angry sort And so those gathered pointed and glared He wouldn't take sides and this they despaired You know kid that ain't the way This world works any more today You have hate those that disagree Civility these days is banality And once more he'd tell them quite loud I prefer my head up in a cloud I prefer to hear God that is my choice I prefer God to your hateful voice And so he continued and prayed each day That they could hear God what he had to say Until you know it became very clear God would never reach their ear They were deaf to words from above To not hate your neighbor but merely to love And so his decision his decision he made And to God he sorely prayed Please Lord he cried aloud Pull me up above these clouds Pull me up above this hate I've grown quite sick of it here of late And then he was gone vanished from view From those about who boiled in their stew He'd made his decision he indeed had a choice And all he hears now is but God's voice And it was a comfort a comfort indeed If they only knew that's what they need Ignore the malice the bantering crowds And just stick your head above up in the clouds And their he sat in God’s sweet glow A comfort for him from those below