Clouds

“The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” Matthew 3:8

I am a nomad. Anyone who knows me knows that. The underlying sense of that comes from the truth that I find in the Bible. This world is not my home, whether I reside in Arizona, Minnesota, Georgia, or Southern California. In the process of being a sojourner, the Lord has brought me to cross paths with so many other wanderers. This is just a reflection on being led by the Spirit.

Clouds
by Joel Bidderman

Crystal blue, like the water
Clear to see that there’s an answer
The clouds roll out to prove Your plan
That a life is in Your hand

Water flowing over me
Breaking open the rock inside of me
Wind blowing through me
With my life in Your free command

Chorus: 
With my head up in the sky
You make me wonder why
That You would use these streams
To flow over me

To bring a sunset
And lay it on top of a desert
The prairies are only as free
As You will let them be in me

Crystal blue, like the water
Clear to see that there’s an answer
The clouds roll out to prove Your plan
That my life is in Your hand
© 2000 Joel A Bidderman