Saturday, September 26, 2009

The Clouds

I feel rain in my head I remember the clouds that spoke to me
They showed me the way
To make my own day
And I had no choice but to hear
The clouds and what they say
And they told me…

I feel rain in my head I remember the clouds that spoke to me
They showed me the way
To make my own day
And I had no choice but to hear
The clouds and what they say
And they told me...

It continues through my head…
What is it that they told me?
I wonder…do you wonder?
I didn’t have a choice but I listened…
The clouds told me there was still hope in this life…
When it rains…every drop that lands on my skin…tells me there is hope.

There’s something about these clouds…
They speak to me…
They show me the way to make my own day…
But is it really the clouds?
I believe its God…
He is the clouds…he is the rain…
He is the one talking to me…He is the one that helps me get through my day.

Every time I feel a drop of rain…I feel Him…He is sad about something…
What is he sad about?
I tell myself…every time when its raining…God is crying…
But why I think…
Is He crying because someone else is crying?
Is He crying because someone’s life was taken?
Or is it raining because God is creating new life?
He told me we needed hope in this life…
Without hope…then what will be expected in life?

God is my cloud…
God is my rain…
God is the voice in my head…
Im not alone…as He is here with me…
He is here with everyone.
God is the cloud that spoke to me and showed me the way.

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