Creations still happening
Every single day,
When God paints a sunset,
In His special way.

And though the clouds
May cover them,
And hide their
Awesome  Hue.

If only we could
Soar high enough
We’d get
A bird’s eye view.

It’s just like that
With problems,
That oft time’s
come our way.

As we
Soar high enough,
His peace
Will flood our day.