Have
you considered praying for the rain
from Heaven’s throne - to wash the dun debris
through sabled storms and clouds of crippling pain
that ride a seeming, never-ending train's
dark ghosts whose sorrows sting like stirred-up bees.
Have you considered praying for the rain
that beckons gently, offering for your gain
its healing power to still the dashing seas
through sabled storms and clouds of crippling pain’s
cold, dreary hours, when all of life’s a drain.
There is a balm as gentle as a breeze.
Have you considered praying for the rain
that longs to heal and keep your spirit sane?
You’ll find the sweetest showers on your knees.
Have you considered praying for the rain,
the well
of Living Water of His name,
Whose
beauteous fountains answer humble pleas
through
sabled storms and clouds of crippling pain.
The faith required is small, a meager grain,
as tiny as the ancient mustard seed's.
Have you considered praying for the rain
through sabled storms and clouds of crippling pain?
Anne Bryant-Hamon
Feb -
2000 A.D.
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