The Prayer Meeting

The Prayer Meeting I felt a raindrop on my brow; Twas just the other day. Out in the Pasture all alone, By myself to pray. The rain fall oh so gently: I felt the grass beneath my feet. The wind rose sweetly round me, On my little rocky seat. A Mocking bird sang me a Carol. And a tiny Wren sang me a hymn. There was never a human singer; Who could hold a candle to them. The trees loomed strong above me; And I knew they love him to, For they raised their arms in His praises In a praise that is always new. I felt refreshed and nourished For I'd been alone with God Yet others praised Him around me. And I thought it not one bit odd..