Just the outward appearance of godliness (2 Timothy 3:1-5).
I saw dreary rain today Awake a dormant thought, That rain empowers growth- Something which cannot be bought. Watch it cleanse a sinful sky, And wash away all fears, Bringing with it new hope After shedding countless tears. Rain 'tis not so popular With those of us today, Who wallow in our pride, Or buy an expedient way. Why keep out the rain, I thought, The everlasting power? Umbrellas of possession Have caused us all to cower. And now the rain is falling, Yet few are getting wet; Umbrellas shield the words Of a Son He once beget.
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