Looking at the sky,   It becomes clear to me   The sky is God’s canvas,   He paints for all to see  The clouds are His paint   The wind is His brush   His work is magnificent   He does not rush   This picture is always changing   It never looks the same  Admire its beauty   And glorify His name   The sky tells many stories   And occasional warnings it may bring  But when the message is happiness   Praise you must sing   Today, admire the sky   And glorify His…