Day: August 19, 2023

I love the sound of rain

It is then I think of Jesus

Especially when I am in pain

How He suffered and died for us

Walking through the woods

When the soft drops call

I walk by the bubbling creek

Hoping that I won’t fall

It is not easy to escape

So I resolve to endure

I think of the heavy cross

And how you did not cower

I sit on a wet, old log

Which had fallen to the ground

I pray and at the same time wish

For a small fire with You around

We could sit together and sing

Hymns that are full of hope

I think of how our voices would ring

Calling out for help to cope    

You say that You must go

I try to understand why

There are many who need you, so

I bid farewell with a sigh

You are always on my mind

I continue to walk very slow

I know I have plenty of time

You have spoken to my soul

Your voice reverberates in my heart,

I think of the long journey home

I look above at the cover if leaves

They appear as a golden dome

I continue to listen to the rain

They play the music of a song

Music I love to sing and hear

Heaven is where I belong

Stanski

August 19, 2023, ^