Gold Dust The Clouds From Heaven's Floor Poem by Lloyd Savage

Gold dust the clouds from heaven's floor,
The crumbs do fall from the Master's store.
The clouds do show it from their high view
At morning and sunset both the two.

Let the rainbow clouds move on
As her glory so moves along
And share their music from on high
As that angel band so passes by.
You may hear it yet so deep within
From that art well set which He does send.
So look on now, and on again.
And surely one day you may see
What lies in store and is to be
As they open up the Master's door-

And gold dust the clouds from heaven's floor! !