The Pouring Rain Unceasingly They Melt
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The pouring rain unceasingly they melt
The hardened grime and filth upon this grave
That failed and yet so cold it may be felt
A loss of such which I could never save
The grievous rain still gently floods mine eyes
That breach again the walls that ought restrain
Yet rues my heart with guilt that never dies
And tears the hurt away and ease the pain
Now then I pray that often it might rain
I only ask for grace enough to see
The one alone to whom my soul remains
So steadfast through the storm where I may flee
The seeds of sorrow sown will not be vain
For when tomorrow comes the Son shall reign
Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2017
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