Clouds of White

With purpose.

White and pouty,

Hanging in low sags.

Their surroundings grey,

Their bellies lax.

 

The heart full,

Swelling with pride.

Flowing into pools,

Downward their substance glide.

 

Soft to the wishful touch,

Floating in their own way.

High and lifted up

As the Lord is their stay.

 

Clouds of white

Reign securely overhead.

To pour of themselves is their delight

As the sky is their bed.

 

Their beauty lies within

The Grace Keeper’s secret.

Though they live in the sky without an end,

His grace rains a million droplets.

 

Raining in power

Is the strength of Christ.

His mercy showers

Through clouds of white. 

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