I want to be a Cloud
No matter what the world below holds…
Clouds are unchanged by it.
As men and machines scurry about
Hurried and frenzied, never seeming to relax,
Clouds float, unbothered, slowly dancing their way above it all.
When life below is stifled with sameness, boredom
And monotonous routine,
They shift and change into new shapes and colors.
The shifting comes from the breezes that carry them.
Allowing newness with every wind.
While the earth and people below wither…
Parched by the heat of the day
Clouds puff up to shelter us with their shade,
Then quench our thirst as they rain down
The cooling water that nourishes our world.
I want to be a cloud for my Creator
To shift by His breezes into what He needs me to be.
Not changed by the world that surrounds me.
Formed only by the currents of His Spirit.
When those around me are dry
Their hearts heated to dust from the pains of their world,
I want to be puffed up and filled with His Spirit
To be able to rain down His living water upon them.
As people around me feel their spirits heat in anger, or sadness
Let me shade them with His love, His words, His Character.
And yet to also know when to become just a wisp, hardly noticeable
To those who are doing well… who do not need me in that moment.
Yes, I want to be a cloud Lord…
For you,
For those You love,
And for myself
Where the only thing shaping me is the breath of Your Spirit...
T J James
2010
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