I do not know what your clouds look like, but mines only look like a mere canopy, and something much greater on the outside. And we are small.
I close my eyes at night, I got nothing else, no faith no hope, I just “TRUST HIM”.I do not Trust him for tomorrow next week, but every moment. No further than the Moment I am in.
I don’t understand it.
It is a song trying to come to my mind.
“I have No Hope for Tomorrow, For I am A Poor Pilgrim of Sorrow” LORD, I am trying to make it, trying to make Heaven my home”
I think it goes like that,. I will look for it.
