So many blues in the sky,
dark clouds before my eye.
Patience is a tear that falls from above,
taking in its inhale of love.
As a cloud of smoke exhales into the air,
I think of the ones that dont care.
Its this heart that I know all so well,
for I also have stories to tell.
But this isnt about me & mine,
with Jesus Im doing just fine.
Its the lost that a Shepard seeks,
even if it takes 52 weeks.
its all about Heaven.