How nice it is to have such faith
That you see God's face in every cloud
Each one large or small, a different pose
But still hair eyes nose and smile
Each edge a different silhouette
You watch evolve from face to face
Picking out the eyes and lips
A tuft of hair not out of place
And the different noses seen
That seem to fit in where they should
Marking times above a smile
Hidden there in stash and beard
So I watch as He goes by
Awaiting a new silhouette
Or a frontal face to face
Real enough to watch Him talk
At least to see His lips and smile
To know that He's still looking down
And I'll see Him once again
When another storm brings clouds around