Rainy Days
Rainy Days
On a rainy day, the kids can’t play,
But the farmer views it a different way.
As a cloud passes over he’ll anticipate,
That it brings the water which his crops await.
The rain falls from heaven and soaks the earth,
And the miracle of life is brought to birth
The seeds bear fruit and begin to grow,
However fast, however slow.
When harvest time comes he gathers what he’s sown
But he doesn’t view this miracle as being ‘home grown’
There’s plenty there to benefit others
He gives of his crop to feed his brothers
Fathers and Mothers, children too.
Each one of them receives their due.
They all receive sustenance from what they eat
It gives them the power to stand on their feet
It gives them the strength they need each day
To work, to preach and yes …even to play
So listen all you children, the rain isn’t bad
It’s just the way you view it that makes you sad.
If you’re forced to stay home, you can find much to do
There’s a wealth of activity so close to you
If you dare to turn about and take a good look
You may solve a problem, or even read a book
Don’t feel the rain restricts you, as it just isn’t so
In reality, it’s that same rain that causes you to grow.
If you look at life Jehovah’s way you’ll find this is true.
It’s just the way you view it that makes each day for you.
Andy Jarvis October 11th, 2011
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