Someone please alert the authorities: I looked out my office window Friday morning, and I saw that somehow, the sky turned blue and the clouds white.
I scoured the Book of Revelation and Matthew 24 and 25, just in case John or Jesus warned of this before His return, and neither the Son of God or His disciple mentioned it.
However, meteorologists apparently refer to this phenomena as a … let me double check my sources … “sunny day.”
And while I should never challenge God’s will in regards to the weather, I admit that I rather enjoy this mesmerizing hue after April showers didn’t bring May flowers, but just more showers — and more gray clouds.
And as much as I enjoy thunderstorms, I confess that the sun is good for the eyes — and the soul.
But even the sun can’t bless the soul shrouded in the clouds and storms of sin. They need the light of the Son.
No matter how badly they’ve sinned, He can and will forgive; He can and will cleanse; He can and will “renew a steadfast spirit within me,” as King David pleaded after sinning with Bathsheba and killing her husband to cover it up.
He will gladly and abundantly answer that prayer when the repentant — those who don’t only want forgiveness for a sin, but deliverance from their sin natures — pray it.
WHEN THE CLOUDS COME
Verse 1:
Lord I chased another rainbow
Satan flashed before my eyes
I ignored the stormy billows
Though you’ve warned me of His lies
Now I’m stumbling, numb, and helpless
Sin’s pollution soaks my soul
And darkness clouds your Spirit
That kept me sweetly whole
Chorus:
When the clouds come
When my heart can’t see
When I can’t run
From the storm that wars inside of me
I will bow down
With a broken plea
Lift my Spirit far above
Where the clouds come
Verse 2:
Lord I’ve pled upon your mercy
Through the blood of Jesus Christ
Please revive your peace and glory
So your love again can thrive
To lead me from the lure of sin
As Your will soaks through my all
Anointing heart and body
With the power of your call
Chorus
When the clouds come
When my heart can’t see
When I can’t run
From the storm that wars inside of me
I will bow down
With a broken plea
Lift my Spirit far above
Where the clouds come
Bridge
Though the Spirit’s blessed conviction breaks a heart through urgency
Teach us Lord to tame it purely out of pure love’s fervency
Chorus
When the clouds come
When my heart can’t see
When I can’t run
From the storm that wars inside of me
I will bow down
With a broken plea
Lift my Spirit far above
Where the clouds come
Apparently, I must then conclude, I’m simply looking at sky not on the verge of rain.
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