If clouds are the dust of your feet,
help me lift my arms in praise,
while the grace of tears pour out,
cleansing the dust around my heart.
If clouds are the dust of your feet,
help me climb the mountain with you…
hidden from the eyes of man,
yet seen through the eyes of my Father.
When clouds are the dust of your feet,
help us remember,
no whirlwind or storm can ever
separate us from your love.
The Lord has His way in the whirlwind and the storm,
and clouds are the dust of His feet.
(Nahum 1: 3b)
The Lord is good, a stronghold in the day of trouble,
and He knows those
who take refuge in Him. (Nahum 1:7)
Glenda Mills 
What beautiful poetry. It so fits with our world today. Thanks for posting this. Love you.
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As always; an encouraging word to
spur us onward as we walk this journey..
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Wonderful to read this morning❣ They’re going to do a house assessment on Mon. to see what could be done to make it easier for Virgil at home. Probably will be coming g home next week❣❣
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