Ph: Love: Just A Passing Cloud Poem by Brian Johnston

I am the author of all of my pain
And the well spring of all my delight
I bare my heart, choose to let both come in
Though my mind wrestles them in the night.

God curse the day I place blame at His door,
When I trip and I fall on my will,
Turning blind eye to His heavenly light,
In the midst of His feast, hunger still.

I know that God carries me in His arms
That my bruised feet are signs of my sin
All my designs born of saving myself
Have no place in His Wrath, just His Grin.

All this rich life comes to me as a gift
Though at times my fear clings like a wife,
Humbled, You help me to walk by your side,
In Your Grace flows a river called life.

Does not take genius for me to see
My own life is a mere passing cloud,
Windblown unless I can live in Your Love
And the shade that I offer allowed.

I thank you Lord that Your Love can be shared,
Gently shelters a few in my path,
Quenching the thirst of an uprooted soul
That is struggling still with God’s math.

Bitterness left in this world set aside,
As You teach me Your lessons of love,
Pain and sweet joy are both part of Your Plan
That protects exposed hearts like a glove.

When I am weary please help me to see
That Your Love is like air, there for all,
Rainy day gold cannot obviate sin
Every breath that I take like rainfall.

Nourish me now as I grow in Your Shade
And I welcome Your Knock on my door,
Grant that I always put trust in Your Ways
And help this passing cloud to do more.