These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Rain Clouds

Rain clouds fill the weary sky.
Tears of what must be.
Days until the Jugment's nigh?
Returning, when will He?

Rain clouds fill my weary soul.
Sunshine will again?
Come, Lord, make our world new, whole.
Save our lives to win.

Rain clouds fill our future, now,
before the Son of God
will 'stablish Throne, before Him bow,
forever cheer, applaud.

Rain clouds filled with water, full,
to fall upon the land.
"Oh, save us, Lord, as white as wool,
and give us strength to stand."

Rain clouds rumble with the sound
of God's activities.
Washed and cleansed we're newly found,
restored, the ones He frees.

by Jay O’Toole
on November 6th, 2024