A Plentiful Rain

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!