The Sky

Looking at the sky,  

It becomes clear to me  

The sky is God’s canvas,  

He paints for all to see

The clouds are His paint  

The wind is His brush  

His work is magnificent  

He does not rush  

This picture is always changing  

It never looks the same 

Admire its beauty  

And glorify His name

The sky tells many stories  

And occasional warnings it may bring 

But when the message is happiness  

Praise you must sing  

Today, admire the sky  

And glorify His name  

For when you see it tomorrow,  

It will not be the same