High up above, the dark clouds were forming
I thought! Was it going to rain or not?
But it was in God's control, only he did know
so I dare not to put him on the spot
Because, He is God, to do what he please
and every hour is in in his hand
Beneath the blue skies, every second that goes by
he's the one who holds each command
So what's my purpose, in this gift of life
rather it, be clear or gray
As my eyes beheld each little cloud up high
do I allow it to wipe out my day
Then I thought, suppose I never had a cloud burst
and didn't have any rain to fall
What would be my use, could I still produce
and realize, it's life" after all
God births in us, to bring forth other children
and pains will come, like rain in the air
I'm in anothers weather, and bearing their storm
even when my own is not going so fair
And so as I kept on moving down the road
with my objective in front of me
Clouds had disappeared and the sky became clear
and this gave, my heart more to see
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Wonderful! You put this in the category of humor, but my, my, if people can grasp the message in it! What a blessing! I invite you to read 'For Those Cloudy Days' if you wish to search my profile for it. It's probably on the third or fourth page. Thank you for sharing!
