Beautiful white clouds of moisture
Fresh water that hangs in the balance
Hovers over our dry earth.
In a drought and a famine
Thirst for God’s favor upon a nation;
A sincere few struggle
Seek to till the land
Break up the clogs, smooth the layers
Daily plant their seeds,
Daily water what they can.
Fickle masses of people walk about
Blown here and there by every wind of deceit, deceitful appetites
Always seek the easiest path
Footsteps of pleasure, of comfort to self
Long for days as portrayed in steams of digital images
As money and goods flow
Bellies quickly fed
And the search for even more happily begun.
Always in their minds these fat days will soon return,
Even as their fathers, past generations,
Things “always go on the same”.
Yet, words written , holy words spoken long ago
Hang like dark clouds of war over their heads.
Birth pangs of generations have been painful
A new earth soon to show forth
Even a new heaven above
An open heaven with good rain upon these who were faithful,
To plant, to sow and water
Who work the earth for a great harvest
Serving their God who causes all things to grow,
Who stands waiting above the angelic clouds of the Third Heaven.