Sunday, March 08, 2015

The Drip, Drip, Drip of Rain

The drip, drip, drip of rain
Falls from lead-gray skies.
It's weeping with our pain,
Pooling with our why's.

There's not a wasted tear
From the ones God knows.
He has the kindest ear.
Mercy freely flows.

I know we'll see the sun...
Skies will yet be blue,
And all that God's begun
He'll finish--all made new.

And yet, today the sky
Drips and drips some more.
Right now, I won't ask why.
God knows what it is for.

Our soul waits for the LORD; he is our help and our shield. (Psalm 33:20 ESV)

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