A Sunday Doxology
Praise God who hangs clouds in the sky
whether wispy white or slate grey.
You have the wisdom to count them,
power to load them with moisture,
and strength to whisk them far away.
But angry clouds storm around us,
laden with hate, fear, and violence.
Praise to the One who sees this storm
who offers refuge and shelter
who speaks peace to wild raging winds
who stills a storm to a whisper.
Breathe your peace into this storm, too.
Where can we go but to you, the
Maker of clouds — the Prince of Peace.
Where else can we go but to you.