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
Copyright © Roy Merritt | Year Posted 2016
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