"This poem is written for a young mother of three, who was diagnosed with terminal cancer and given 2 years to live."
If rain drops had reflections,
you'd see sunshine everywhere,
up in the clouds,
on mountain tops,
in the dewy morning air.
The flowers would be painted,
soft hues the petals gleam,
a variety of gardens,
from every sunshine beam.
Trees would sway to melodies,
of songs the Robin sings,
dancing up in tree tops,
From branches she would swing.
Reflections in the raindrops,
God's perfect sovereign plan,
To spread a little sunshine,
On his precious little lamb.
For when you look at raindrops,
You see a mighty hand,
it's he who made the promise,
to never flood our land.
The glorious sight that you will see,
When rain drops hit the sun,
is that of Christi's rainbow,
God's special chosen one.
