There is a large fluffy cloud,
way high in the sky,
floating lazily bye,
O, how it caught my eye.
Over the steep hill,
there soars an eagle,
above the trees,
so quiet and so still;
O, it floats freely,
so high in the sky,
O, how it’s beauty,
majestic beauty,
caught my eye.
On my wall,
there hangs a picture,
of three wooden crosses,
high on a hill,
beneath those crosses,
were angry people,
crying, kill, kill, kill.
On the center cross,
was one dying,
dying for you and me,
shedding His precious blood,
so those who believe,
from their sin,
they could be,
free, free, free!

~ Winston Staples

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Author: wint68,70pluswint

I am married, have four lovely children and five grandchildren. I love gospel music and to write poetry as a hobby. I love animals such as dogs, and white tailed deer. I love good clean humor.

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