The rain is gently falling down,
Kissing God's own sacred ground.
Such a comforting lovely sound,
To hear God's rain falling down..
Safe and warm in His embrace,
God sends the rain to kiss our face.
Thank you, God, for rain so free,
It touches the very heart of me..
Soft and gentle, it does fall,
Flowers in spring will stand up tall.
For now they're sleeping in the ground,
As God's sweet rain falls gently down..
Copyright © Pokey Lanford | Year Posted 2011
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