Me & Dad
Monday, December 3, 2007
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.
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