Morning Meditations

Like rain He will be. Falling gently on thirsting hearts; On pruned; on furrowed; on mowed soil - He will nourish. He is our God; our Rock. Who brings springs of water from granite; life from death; joy from sorrow; peace from despair. He hears our prayers. Upon chariots He rides the clouds, searching to strengthen His children. Upon His breast He carries us; sheltered from the storm. H.R.