THOSE ETERNAL CLOUDS
Clouds are never dry—
When their water breaks,
It’s the birth of rain:
Godly tears aren’t cotton balls;
They are wet nourishing births:-
Aborting Satan,
Often seeks miscarriages
Of God’s birthing tears—
But after such storming tries,
Bright clouds polka dot the sky:-
Clouds aren’t cotton balls.
They are wet bales of God’s love—
And the pregnant sky:
Try imagining a sky,
That’s not pregnant with God’s clouds:-