The rain was right on time
For me, anyway.
For my tired and anxious soul—
He promised if I come to him
He will give me rest.
At times I feel like that’s all I do,
Sitting at the Savior's feet,
My to-do list hangs condemning.
Oh! what a blessing when it came,
The rest I mean.
The prescription of precipitation,
An opportunity to pause.
What joy comes from seeing the blessing from His hand
When I could otherwise complain.
Rest came with rain today.
Oh praise the One who generously provides!
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