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I look up
I see fluffy, billowing clouds
their hues glowing amber rain
this is my sunshine, His eminent domain

I look down
I see worn and tattered shoes with no laces
telling a story of city streets walked
rain puddles reflecting sad and lonely faces

I look up and
I see tall skyscrapers, CEOs in Brooks Brothers suits
a lofty dream for those below
as they trudge along in blue collar jobs
in the freshly fallen snow

As I look down
sadly I see a man
sleeping on the sidewalk
his face twisted in misery
so I whisper a silent prayer
and hope He hears me

Once again, I look up
and I see God’s face smiling down on me
and I shall look down no more.

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