Posted 09-26-2002 at 15:09:08
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You reminded me of a poem I wrote back on '91:
Because I've seen some years of drought, I never curse the rain;
For once you've had to do without, you learn to not complain!
Our old roof leaks a little more with every passing year.
But never mind how hard it pours: I'm happy, living here.
I have to say I miss the sun when clouds control the sky.
I'll be glad when the rain is done. (It will stop, by and by.)
But I'll take what the Father sends and thank Him for it all.
The sun and rain are both my friends... So let the sweet rain fall!
If trials come into my life, they're sent here for a reason.
My character is shaped by strife that comes in its due season.
When everything is said and done, the good Lord knows what's best:
He sends the rain; he gives the sun. By both, our lives are blessed!