This
was the first poem I wrote after receiving prayer for God's creativity
to be released in me. The meeting at which I received this prayer was
the evening of 25/1/96 ..... the poem came in the early hours of the
26th. Later, much much later, I realised God had restored a poem which
had, in parts, lain dormant in my heart since I was a teen, or maybe
even pre-teen. He restored, renewed and added to it and has faithfully
used this seed to grow hundreds more in my heart. I pray they bless you
as you read them.
CLOUDS
The clouds of night are drifting,
Drifting endlessly,
The clouds of night are drifting,
To meet the dark blue sea.The stars of night are shining,
Shining bright above.
The stars of night are shining,
Symbols of God's great love.
The clouds of sin are drifting,
Across a hurting soul.
The clouds of sin are drifting,
A hindrance to being whole.
Clouds of darkness like the night,
Cover the eyes of our soul.
Open our souls eyes to the Light,
Let Jesus be our goal.
The light of the Lord is shining,
Bright shining Eastern Star.
The light of the Lord is shining,
Drawing our souls from afar.
The song that our soul is singing,
Song of Eternal praise.
The song that our soul is singing,
Is the song of a dead soul raised.
© 26/1/96