CLOUDS

AS I LAY UPON MY BACK LOOKING AT THE SKY,
WATCHING SOFT WHITE CLOUDS AS THEY ARE PASSING BY.
SOME WERE LARGE, AND SOME QUITE SMALL,
MANY DIFFERENT SHAPES AND SIZES AS I RECALL.

AS I LAY THERE AND WATCHED THE CLOUDS TAKE SHAPE,
FROM MY IMAGINATION A MILLION IMAGES, FROM IT DID ESCAPE.
I COULD SEE ANYTHING THAT WAS IN MY MIND'S EYE,
IN THOSE FLUFFY WHITE CLOUDS AS THEY WENT FLOATING BY.
THERE WAS NO LIMIT TO THE THINGS THAT I COULD SEE,
SPECIAL IMAGES FROM THE HEART TO BE.

FOR HOURS ON END, NO TWO IMAGES WERE EVER THE SAME,
AS THE CLOUDS ON THEIR JOURNEY CAME.
AS IF ON FILM, THIS MOVIE PLAYED,
WHILE QUIETLY ON MY BACK I STAYED.

MUSIC CAME TO THE MOVIE
THAT PLAYED IN THE SKY,
BY ALL THE DIFFERENT BIRDS, THEIR SONGS
AS THEY PASSED ME BY.

SO BEAUTIFULLY ORCHESTRATED
AND DONE FOR ME,
THE LORD CREATED THAT MOVIE
FOR ME TO SEE