Just as promised, the rains have come,
Giving earth all it needs and some;
Supplying dearth, where parched ground had none,
To God be the praise!
Still dissatisfied, men of the world complain,
When there is, or there isn�t rain;
And, who is it always, gets all the blame,
It�s God, all their days.
Who, but God, knows the thing to do,
To withhold the rain, or send to you;
So, don�t complain, give Him thanks, when due,
To God, hands raise.
You know, our God is a God of Love,
Creator, Sustainer, who lives Above;
The Only True God, that I�m writing of,
To Him be all the praise!
Inspired by God
Evelyn H. Musolff
Given to me Sunday, Aug. 10, 2003
