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, ^