When I consider the clouds,
Up there in the heavens,
I am reminded of the glory of a single day.
I am reminded how quickly those clouds pass away.
Gliding through the sky,
Turning my day into an oil painting.When I consider the clouds I am reminded of how you provide.
Today, you provide rain for the ground and shade from the sun.When I consider the clouds I am reminded of the beauty in your provision for me.
You're painting of the sky and what it does for me.
The clouds declare your care for the earth.
And also for me.Today I thank you for the clouds.
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