Scott Whitby, 2020
What is past that cloud?
Is there blue on the other side?
Are there birds
Or is that too high?
This cloud is white
But the other was gray
Why isn't it blue?
Same as the other day
What are clouds?
There must be a why
They must be more
Can't be just a foggy sky
Can't be so simple
That they just make rain
Might they be there
To hide God's pain?
Are they there for us?
Must be more than our view
He's on the other side
Thinking what He should do
Did He make the clouds
So that we can't see?
Or are they there
To hide us from Thee?
Maybe from Heaven
Those clouds in place
So He doesn't have to see
He doesn't have to face
God made those clouds
They are more than play
He knew He'd need them
He knew we'd stray
He knew we'd disappoint
We could never measure
What little He asked
All we worship is pleasure
God knew He'd need
Something to block His eye
He made the clouds
So He can't see us not try
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