The clouds are the dust of His feet, Nahum 1:3.

Lord, when the clouds hang dark and low-
Clouds of affliction, pain and woe,
Of conflicts fierce that press us sore,
Of trials, galling even more;
When by loved ones misunderstood,
Life taking on its bitterest mood,
Temptations hedging us about,
Faith giving way to fear and doubt,
And, seemingly, hope also fled;
When to us unjust things are said;
When everything just hurts us, so
We know not how nor where to go-
Grant us this consolation sweet:
Clouds are the dust of Thy dear feet.
Dust of Thy feet.

Oh. blessed thought! The lowering clouds
But form light drapery which shrouds,
Just for the moment, our dear Lord
And dims the luster of His Word.
If we remember, as we should,
That clouds are meant alone for good,
To help us in our life of trust,
And are, at most, but transient dust-
And dust falls on the earthly clod,
While life is hid with Christ in God-
Then evermore, when clouds appear,
We’ll know a blessing hovers near;
And, as we rise our Lord to greet.
He’ll see the dust of His dear feet.
Dust of His feet.

G. K.