ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Clouds go dancing through the sky – painted for our pleasure,
Elephants and angels fly – on canvas without measure,
The great expanse can turn to dust – its face will fill with rage,
But when the clouds dispel their grief, the tears wash clean each page,
We too can be like clouds on high, when life does overtake us,
We find surcease in tears we cry, we pray that God remakes us,
He hears our cry and washes clean the sins that sap our life,
His life for ours, His love unseen, will take away our strife.
Look heavenward, keep eyes on Him, don’t bend to Satan’s lies,
If God can keep His creatures safe – He’ll give to us His prize.