Clouds are part of me.

Thunder knows my name,

lightning captures my soul,

like rain I fall and wet the dry

land’s.

Streams of righteousness runs

through my veins: the word’s

spared before creation, they

return not void.

Mountains clap’s as rivers

flow backwards! I remember

not the former thing’s, neither

consider the thing’s of the past.

My heart is indicting a good

matter; in the depths of darkness

I deliver light.

Pain and tear’s becomes my

best friend and my daily

breakfast: for the glory that

will be revealed.

Joy comes in the morning sing

once again mine soul, morning

dew drops peace, thou shalt

receive it with an open heart…

Beside the still water’s I’m leaded

to the paths of righteousness

whom shall I fear?

Clouds and thunder were always

the part of me! pure is me.

When the sun shall shine with

it’s pure design, that’s when my

heart will rejoice again.