by Dewayne Allday
October 23, 2007
The rain has come,
my song has sung.
The dew drop's
turned to mud.
The sun's without,
the clouds about,
My bones
are all alone.
Some will say
on this fall day
that the rain has washed
it all away,
but I tell you dear,
I have no fear.
There's more power
than the storm.
And though it seems,
although lost and worn,
we can't repair
what has been torn.
I see the sun,
let it be done,
God's will to see
a seed be born.
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