Then Came the Rains
Crops in the field had dried up so long ago,
our old well gave us dust, instead of water.
Prayers went unanswered, many had given up,
while others threw their faith away.
Then our little creek went dry on us,
nothing remained, but dry dirt.
One Sunday Morning the old
country Church took to praying
all morning, the preacher ended the service
by telling the congregation we have to have faith,
that the Lord will send rain, and very soon,
or it will be over for us all.
Sunday night the smell of the golden scent
of rain hitting the dried up earth, as a down pour,
like we had not seen in over 30 years, came down on
us like a mountain top. By day break, our well and creek
was once again full of water, the Lord had given us rain, our
faith, which was almost gone, was given new life, and the rains
had come which was a prayer from heaven come true.
Written 5-12-11
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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