Thoughts rise as the clouds br ever moving to new heights br hidden by cobwebs in dark corners of a mind br teardrops lay hidden and ready br as rain falls from the eyes br as the earthquakes so does my soul br shakes and trembles, with hurt like black coal br O to be forgetful and not think on such things br but that cannot be as my heart and eyes sting br why can't those clouds up above move me too? br and take me to places that are bright and not so br cold and blue! br I in my illness am lowly, hard and broken br my substance seems blown br is my mind unaware of who is above the clouds? br he who can make right the wrong I've done and felt br bent and crumbling a fractured old soul br wasting my life just seeing the clouds up above go br br where comes my physician, my King? br riding on clouds I'm waiting to be set free br delivered by blood drops from Christ my King br if he finds me worthy to live again br I am now just a dying pot of old clay br br for Adam and Eve messed up immortality br at least until Christ Jesus calls from those clouds br all of our life hangs by a thread br we have to realize judgement we all should dread br and so I in my desperation of hopeful Holy dreams br watch the clouds above and wait on my King.