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.