Seated one day, at rest, in the shade,
I gazed about me at the wonders God made.
Billowy clouds hung in the blue sky,
Nudged by the wind, they float gently by,
Wispy and thin, or piled high in a fluff
Surely their elegance is great enough
To make a fine throne for Our Blessed Lord
As He watches the earth where once He did trod,
While He eases the pain and cures every ill
And gently guides mankind, His heaven to fill.
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