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..
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