##One of God's favorite jobs##
One of God's favorite jobs,
Takes place right before we wake.
He breaths in deep,
Then blows over the sky.
Decorating the sky with clouds.
Sometimes He laughs
And sends the clouds off in waves.
Sometimes He pulls them apart,
Just leaving a wisp Here and there.
Sometimes He adds color.
Pinks and purples cascading around
Oranges and gold's dancing around.
Then, sometimes He chooses not to.
Other times He blankets the whole sky.
Covered under dark, stone grays, and cold blues.
Sometimes He lets a tear or two fall,
From His face down through the sky.
'Til they pour out over us.
Down the faces of people
People who pay enough attention.
But how many is that?
Sometimes people won't notice.
They're in too much of a hurry.
But, oh, how God wants them to see.
The things He made for you and me.
So next time you see a wondrous sunrise,
How do you think that it was made?
Did God dip His hand down and stir them around,
Or did He send ripples splashing down?
While painting the clouds is,
One of His favorite jobs.
No job is ever above,
The one of watching His children.
He watches them laugh and cry,
Rejoice and morn.
He watches and sends His love down.
Cascading and flowing from His loving Heart.
Not only does He watch us,
He doesn't just leave us.
He guides and watches over us.
And that, is His favorite job.