TOO MANY CLOUDS
Too many clouds, you say.
Why so many and not the blue?
Why so dreary and dark today?
Why so many clouds and not a few?
Gloomy and not clear,
must mean trials to come.
Clouds to me mean fear.
Oh Lord, what have I done?
Then I hear the Spirit's why!
He starts to flow!
Emptying all over the sky!
Sending the wind to blow!
Gloom is needed,
as much as the clear.
There is work repeated,
only in the drear!
Answering, saying yes,
to so many things.
Clearing the cloudy mess,
the heart joyfully sings.
Oh yes, so good it is!
Spiritual richness does abound.
Flowing, yes, it is,
filling with goodness all around!
Jesus and His servant
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