Falling Rain

I'm sitting here hearing the rain,
Falling on the roof of my domain;
Such a wonderful sound to hear,
Knowing it results on this sphere;
For God nourishes his creation,
Preventing all from starvation;
In order to sustain and survive,
Water needed to make all thrive;
God ensures our life on earth,
Given chance right from birth;
To provide all that we need,
From the oak tree to the seed;
He would give us so much more,
If we just go knock on His door;
We are His children to provide,
What ever we need for to reside;
Too often we never go and ask,
How to properly perform the task;
Then we find ourselves in despair,
For not taking it to God in prayer.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2003 Richard Newton Sherrer

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