Ah, Thee Who Sends The Rain...

 I'm certain we would all be choosing no rain right now but even as I write this thunder rolls across the deep

and we trust the Lord our way to keep...(yes, the farmers and gardeners and everybody! yes, those in the drought-stricken southwest too)

Ah, Thee who sends the rain

And lowers twilight’s veil

Then at the dawn draws it again

We know Thou wilt not fail

Ah, Thee who tends the air

And sees each private grief

Surely you hear our wordless prayer

When vexed by unbelief

Ah, Thee who discerns thought

And intent of the heart

Still, still you thrill earth’s season-rill

With Thy majestic art

And though Thou knowest we

Fear suffering over sin

Still we arouse Thy sympathy

And Mercy’s beckoning

Ah, Thee who holds the thread

Where flesh and soul divide

Instill faith greater than death’s dread

As Hope is satisfied

© Janet Martin