A Plentiful Rain


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Just when the ground is driest . . .
Comes a full and plenteous rain,
Made of many tiny droplets
Which revive the earth again.

Just when the night is darkest . . .
Comes the turning of the sun,
And the morning breaks in beauty,
Built of rays sent one by one.

Just when our faith is smallest . . .
Comes a token of God’s care,
Adding one more precious memory
To confirm that He is there.

Just when our hearts are weary . . .
Comes a view of things not seen—
Just a glimpse of things eternal,
And our spirits soar again!

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