I watched a cloud blow away from me,

I knew it was far and fast.

But the cloud kept on growing and convinced me to be

Coming much closer and vast.

An illusion that swells with power and might,

A story of God and his way,

Lightning was dimmed by darkness of night

With promise of lightness of day.

How far will a cloud keep on blowing?

How long must a storm rage and writhe,

To appear again to be growing

On horizons between God and I?

How many more suns will rise in the sky?

How many more nights must I wait,

For a cloud to grow so mighty and high

For a man who’s lost all but his faith?